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…keeps the “you’re slacking on your blog updates” comments away.

I’m the kind of person who needs motivation. I need to be held accountable to someone, and that someone is not me. I’d like to change that, so, I’m going to try to post something everyday during November. No. Wait. I won’t try. Do or do not, there is no try.

I’d love to be able to do NaNoWriMo, but no way do I have enough time to write that much. So I am going to do something similar, but on a smaller scale (I hope). I hereby pledge to participate in NaBloPoMo.*

To prove my intentions, I give you this seal:

Oh, sorry…this is the seal I meant:

*If I run out of ideas, I may just post a picture of one of my cats, but I will post. Something. Daily. Hope you like kitties.

In the continuing cat saga, I am ecstatic to report that Daphne ate food yesterday. She also ate one of my toe separators (I’m pretty sure anyway), which the vet was hoping she’d puke up, but didn’t. I’m seriously hoping it won’t have an ill effect on her. Anyway, last night when I got home from my first day back at work in 2 weeks, Matte and I witnessed Daphne scarfing her new food like she hadn’t eaten in days. Oh yeah, she hadn’t. Her nostrils had finally cleared up enough so she could smell the bits in the bowl. We were so happy, tears fell from our eye holes. Honest. That’s how worried we were that our little boo had gone the way of Nicole Richie. Perhaps we have an extreme love for our feline family, but we don’t care. We hiss and spit at your mocking, so there!

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These photos make me hungry. Hungry for a Cathy sandwich on Jeremy and Dave bread.

Yes, I’m not up to my usual blogging schedule and haven’t been for quite awhile. It’s this new job. I have never worked harder for more hours…ever. My previous job was very slow. Dull. Depressing. Seriously. I woke up at 8, left the house at 9:15, and made an appearance at my office at 9:30 or so, depending on whether I stopped at Jamba Juice on the way. With nothing to do, most of my day was spent catching up on all my personal business, and maybe attending to the one or two emails or quick jobs that came my way. At 11:30 it was time to leave for lunch, which ended around 1 pm, or so, depending on whether or not I hit DSW for some shoe shopping. I left at 5 on the dot, excited to escape the boredom that was my office and fight the 2 miles of traffic home. Sure I was getting a paycheck for doing nearly nothing, but trust me. It’s not as great as it sounds. I felt useless and unneccessary. What was the point of even showing up?

Now, with my new job, I leave the house at 7:30 in the morning to get to work by 8. Sometimes I get out to have lunch, but usually I grab something company-provided by the cafeteria to bring back to my desk. Five o’clock comes much too soon, so I ignore it and work until 6 or so. And then sometimes I even bring work home to do the stuff I didn’t get around to doing that day in the office.

Sounds pretty crappy, doesn’t it?

I LOVE my job.

I do. I thrive on being busy. I enjoy taking some of the stress off people and allowing them to focus on the important things, like keeping the company in business. One boss keeps me busy enough to fill my every day, but I have 2. Despite how horrific the job sounds, there are moments that make it all worthwhile. Like a visit from this guy, who assumed the role of CEO for a few minutes today.

(Photo courtesy of Krissy.)

I’m off this week. I never have to go back to my (old) job. I am free. For seven whole days. I start a new job on Monday, but this week is ALL MINE. When I was finishing up my last days at Panasonic, I would sit at my desk, with so little to do, fretting about how much I could be doing, if only I were at home. Now, I can’t remember what those things were.

We’re still moving in. Yes, since Memorial Day. It’s only a two-bedroom apartment, but we keep finding things to unpack. Just yesterday I unearthed my car registration renewal. Yeah, I’m not such an organized packer.

Over the weekend, Matte emptied out several of his boxes and shelved all of his books, CDs, DVDs, and yes, action figures. During a short bit of boredom yesterday, I considered having an action figure tea party, but the monsters just would look silly with my tiny tea set. OK, maybe I did make them speak in high-pitched Barbiesque voices to one another for a little while. But when they started talking smack to my Jiminy Cricket figurine, it started getting ugly. Don’t mess with The Cricket.

Yesterday, while Matte was at work, I was very productive around here. I donated boxes and boxes of books. The lava lamp and old DVD player too. I organized the garage a bit, and emptied out some boxes hiding in there. I took my car for a much needed bath, and cleaned out everywhere possible. The trunk, the glovebox, the console between the seats. And whoa! I found my old cellphone my mom’s been asking me to give her for months.

I parked the car in the garage. Finally!

I mopped the floors. The kitchen needed it after a messy photoshoot for my photography class.

I vacuumed.

I stuffed more boxes into the storage closet.

I watched Days of Our Lives. Did you know Steve and Kayla are back? Except Steve doesn’t know he’s Steve because of course he has amnesia. Oh, and Kayla thinks he’s still dead. Considering Steve came back from the dead, amnesia should be easy to overcome and they will soon be reunited. But will Jack arrive at Jen and Frankie’s wedding before the “I do’s”?

Today I’m going to San Francisco to get the last of my supplies for my photography portfolio, the final project in my class. I’m very anal obsessive passionate about doing a fabulous job and I want to get an ‘A.’ Considering the money I put into it and the mess I made of the kitchen for that particular photo, I think I deserve it, don’t you? I’ll post the shots to Flickr once I’ve submitted them for class so you can provide me the necessary validation.

As today is June 6, 2006 (aka 6-6-6), I am maxing out my credit cards. Please leave your wish list in the comments. It’s on me. Because with the coming apocolypse (I’m guessing it’ll arrive after business hours?), I won’t have to pay off the bills. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some miles to put on my new Italian sports car.

Just to clarify…that whole end-of-the-world thing does happen today. Right?

Right?

If not, uh…could someone loan me a few hundred thousand dollars because DAMN it! I’m in some serious trouble here.

*Courtesy of Peter Mulvey. Is it courtesy if I used it without asking first? I can ask him tonight, at Don Quixote’s. Because I’m going to see him, for the second time in a week. Nice Wisconsonian. (Wait a minute…that’s redundant.)

On my way to work today, I saw a car sporting a bumper sticker that said:

Republicans for Voldemort