Blink . . . Another Week Gone

Hello blog . . . it's me, Nerissa. Remember me . . . Lord knows it's been awhile.

Shoot! Is it Friday already?? Man, my sincere apologies to all my faithful readers (if there are any) who wait anxiously by their computer screen to catch a new witty post from yours truly . . . ahem . . . so maybe you are not waiting by your computer screen, but I do know that there are some of you out there . . . right?

So, it's Friday and the week has flown by mainly because I am overworked and underpaid - did I mention that I had to take a 5% pay cut? Yeah, everyone in the company did . . . to cut costs . . . great. Brian told me that I should work 5% less . . . great concept, too bad it doesn't work. I've never seen so many people work so much and not accomplish anything.

This week was the last week of our financial audit. Any of you that know anything about accounting know that audits suck. Audits = a group of people looking over everything you've done with a fine-tooth comb. To be honest, it actually wasn't as bad as I was expecting and I really only had to totally make stuff up a couple of times which I deem a personal success. BUT not everyone had it so easy and one of my co-workers had a particularly tough week. She said to me today that on her way to work this morning she wished she would've gone into the ditch so she wouldn't have had to come in. Seriously . . . who thinks that?? Was she serious?? I'm not sure . . . but I feel extremely sad for her if she was.

I'm also counting down the days until my overly obsessive, controlling, bitchy boss-from-hell comes back from maternity leave. I really wish all of you knew her . . . because the level of anxiety people feel about her return would mean so much more if you did. I guess it's a good thing I still know how to make file folder labels . . . I'm sure that skill will come in handy in 5 weeks and four days - not that we're counting . . .

Anyway . . . tomorrow morning bright and early I am heading down to Milwaukee to take another stab at wedding dress shopping with Jules. I gave her implicit instructions that this time we would not leave the dress shop without a damn dress!!! Ummm . . . perhaps I didn't say it quite like that, but if I am going to be pulling on and off 50 more dresses for her - she is going to buy one . . . end of discussion.

I know this is going to sound really stupid, but I'm actually afraid to drive there. This is seriously the first time I have ever driven there by myself. I've probably gone there 2 dozen times, but I have never done it alone. I think I have some form of OCD because I become obsessive about all the things that could go wrong . . . what if I get a flat tire, what if my car breaks down, what if I get lost and when I try to call Julie my cell phone dies . . . what if I get in an accident . . . I think I could "what if" myself to death!!! AND my OCD will not allow me to leave without my cell phone completely charged, which it is doing right now, I had to print out directions from MapQuest even though I know how to get there . . . and I'm going to make sure I have the number to AAA handy just in case. Who does that???? Seriously people . . . what the heck is wrong with me?

Ok - I have laundry to put away and a bag to pack . . . and a sleepless night to get through - which will undoubtedly be filled with dreams about all the ways my car will end up on the side of the freeway. Sweet dreams!