Counting seconds…my new job’s employee handbook arrived and benefits and time off are much better than anticipated. However I can’t take time off for the first sixth months. But such is life. I forget though, if you tend to like your job you don’t want to use every second of time off to do anything but be there. I’ve actually called in sick to do my laundry. Really.

Went to farmers market and got fresh lavender, yellow roses, and bright purple sweet William to freshen up my apartment. Tonight it’s dinner with C and then Dive Bar or Blues Band. I’m rethinking Saturday’s party based on it being, oh, 105…in the shade. Gotta love the valley in the summer! Movies, sangria and my a/c’d apartment sound mucho better. But there is no one to make-out with in my apartment and that’s a big goal for the weekend. I bought sexy new underwear yesterday and we can’t let that go to waste!

Then at lunch today I bought a black and white cotton polka dot halter dress which is super-50s and some hippie-cute beaded wedges. I forget that I’m poor. But I almost bought one skirt at Macy’s for way more than the price of both. So I rationalize that at least I got more for my money. The dress is shorter than I like to wear, but I’m considering that a hot pink crinoline that would fall about three inches down from the hem would be kick ass underneath – but where does one get a hot pink crinoline? There’s a stipper supply store near my house and next to the Laundromat, maybe they’d have one? Who knows where I’ll wear it, but it’s just a cute dress. Maybe I’ll just wear it to the grocery, ya’ know.

It will be good not to work in the mall…less temptation.

I was all freaked out though when I tried on one skirt in an 18 (I’ve been feeling like I’m porking-up lately) and it was tight. But then I tried another brand one on in a 16 and it was just right, a little loose. I dunno. F’in designers screwing with my head. Still…I just feel swollen and can’t seem to get it under control. Least the new job requires me to be away from my desk like 60% of the day and doing stuff. Less opportunity to shove microwave popcorn or left-over whatever in my face.

They’re having a going-away luncheon for me tomorrow catered by the brewing company here in the mall (no beer unfortunately) and I’m really thrilled by that. Of all the people who have jumped ship in the last year and half here they haven’t done that. I feel very special. And while I’m scared to death I’ll suck at my new job, I’m trying to remind myself that pretty much every place I’ve been I’ve been “valued” and that’s a great thing.

I’m craving sushi like a mutha’ and just haven’t been able to get any. Speaking of getting any…it’s going on a week. I need a new boyfriend.

Oh, and Mr. Restaurant Break-up called last night and apparently we are going to remain friends which is super-cool, but not the kind with benefits (though I didn’t ask) which isn’t so super-cool. Indeed. I REALLY need a new boyfriend. Can someone help a girl out?