Feeling Good...

...and looking even better!  Just kidding!  As I write this I'm in sweatpants, a pony tail and a wife beater...HERE is a link, in case you old guys don't know what a wife beater is. 

My point is, I'm feeling really good.  I just woke up from a solid (6) hours sleep and feel so refreshed!  It's about 2:30am.  I figure I'll fuck around on the laptop for a little while and still maybe get another hour or two of sleep in.  Bonus!

So why else do I feel really good?

Poker From The Rail featured ME on their blog! (I may have mentioned this previously) and other good things have been happening too.

At my firm our fiscal year ends on May 31st.  This means it's suck up time for Very Josie.  It's the time when bonuses are determined....if we had any money for bonuses.  Well guess what?  Turns out WE DO.

The old owner and I had a very interesting conversation today (when I wasn't blogging).  I was thanking him for my Sox/Yankee ticket and simultaneously complaining that I wasn't invited to Wednesday's day game at Fenway.  Some women are sooo hard to please.

Anyway he ended up thanking ME for my presence at Friday's game and for all the extra shit I do on a daily basis.  It was pretty much a love fest, so of course I use the opportunity to say something like "I hope I'll be thanking you for something else in the near future."  HINT HINT.

He starts laughing (that's a good tell!) and puts his cards on the table. "I want to do something for you, but I'm afraid it's not as much as I'd like it to be. It's nothing major." 

To quote Jules from Pulp Fiction (one of my favorite movies) "Well, shit Negro, that's all you have to say!".

No I didn't really say that, but I was thinking it.

Now I know there ain't no extra money for bonuses.  Hell, all the architects have been cut so much I'm lucky if I see them a couple of times per week.  So instead of my usual MO of trying to get a little more, I'm very grateful to be getting whatever it is he's decided to give me.

So my actual response was, "Is it more than ten dollars?"

He laughs and confirms that yeah, it's more than 10 bucks.  I tell him that as long as it's more than that, I'm more than grateful and appreciate it very much. 

And guess what happens at the end of this little love fest?  I shiat you not.  HE GOES IN FOR A HUG.

Now I truly care for this man, who is 77 years old and works about 50 hours per week.  I have respect and genuine affection for him.  Maybe it's because he's so smart.  Maybe it's because he's Harvard educated but swears like a mother fucker.  He cracks me up.  In meetings, after every "fuck" he'll look at me (usually the only woman in the room) and apologize.  Then repeat the process over and over.

So when he goes in for the hug, I decide to take Riggs advice and roll with it.  It was a great hug, and I even added a bonus kiss on the cheek.  My boy Frankie, says that's less personal anyway.  And hell, it sure can't hurt, right?  Who knows if the amount of my bonus has been finalized.

I figure I have 2 more weeks of sucking up.  Wolfie, it's a good thing you don't work here, because the shit will be piling up.

It's Wednesday and that means I'm playing The Dank tonight.  I won a couple of SNG's so I figure I'm out of my Lightning Imposed Slump.  I'm ready to take this fucker down so I suggest you stay out of my way. Know why?  Cuz I'm feeling good!

Play smart.

Josie