the girly who shall end all girls

last night the boss took us all to Ray's for the holidays. we had a room of our own facing the water and an open bar tab. 18 year old Macallan. calamari. scallops. that one glass of wine, that was constantly topped up. we had a great time. after dessert T ordered another bottle of wine...C and i left around 10:30 and i guess things didn't really break up until around 11pm.

i am really fond of the family that owns our company. they're easygoing, friendly, and funny. they genuinely care about us and our wellbeing - hell, T offered us his old tire chains, and took a deal of time to explain about Seattle and snow. (which i think is hysterical/scary/pathetic, but i can't really opine until it actually snows) T is from Batavia NY originally, and about Dad's age, so that's probably part of it. i thought the dinner party was a great idea, fun for us and good for business in a no-pressure team building kind of way; better than just getting the money or wine & cheese like last year. i had all kinds of great conversations and no shop talk, and watched the ships heading in and out of the locks and laughed and smiled and we all admired each other in our nice clothes. the court reporters all begged C to wear his kilt to work today. (he obliged, and was rewarded with much applause)

someone in the office this morning bitched about the fact that it was employees only and tried to get other people to bitch too. i'm happy to say that they failed to start anything. i can't stand the attitude. T & co have no obligation to do anything for us, and yet go out of their way to create a great atmosphere and a pleasant working environment. free coffee, candy, cokes (whatever soda we ask for really) random free pizza or Red Mill burgers...flexible hours, nearly unrestiricted internet access, no dress code...

there's no pleasing some people.

but i had an excellent evening.

so this weekend into the next week is shaping up to be a very busy one for various reasons, and i thought to do something cool with C before we largely go our separate ways.
so we saw Kill Bill, which i enjoyed for what it was and resented many of my fellow audience members for who they are. but we didn't even get to sit together because the place was so full.
and i probably would have met up with spazzychic and ouroborous, but my lazy fucking coworkers have lead to LJ being blocked at work. i can't even download a client.

but...we got to sit in the very front of the blue train on the way home, the one with the foot rail. plus it looks like i may be able to get out of soccer practice. and i got a passport to the world of cheese.

welcome to my world of cheese.

edit: damn, there are at least three different LJ users with variations on tom's name. gack.

"I have never lost confidence in you. Never."

C dropped by to tell me that. Sometimes I feel like my heart will burst when he drops one of those perfect phrases.

i've had a series of bad days at work, leading to worse days. i feel like i can't do anything right. i hate what i do. i've lost confidence in me and it keeps snowballing.

REM was great. stipe was relaxed and chatty, and they played exhuming mccarthy and they played nightswimming and at my most beautiful. i cried and held onto C and was glad to be there.

what upsets me the most is that being upset destroys my sense of humor. i will take a bath and that will make it better.

maybe.