So sayeth the Psalms A through Z
After bemoaning weekday drinking yesterday, I relented to some happy hour time after work with Mandypants and J Co. We chilled at some of the local bars, something we hadn’t done before and which I’ve wanted to do for the past two years I’ve lived on Nob Hill. And fifty odd bucks later, I called it a night.
So much for my magnificent saving skills for my DC/NYC trip.
Speaking of, fucking "Wicked" is already sold out the weekend I’m coming. I’m going to have to go through some separate vendor, which frightens me for fear of being defrauded.
I’ve been trying to steel up the courage this morning to talk to our Compensation manager about working in her division. One of the Comp Analysts is quite old, and will likely be retiring in a few years, so I want to get my feet wet, help out with projects, and start taking classes so I can get trained and be on my way. But I’ve been extra nervous about it, like I’m asking someone out on a date. Which is odd because she’s a lesbian. And really sweet. And she likes me plenty. But gotta do it!
