I gotta feelin' you're fooooolin'! I gotta feelin' you're havin' fun! Fit as a fiddle and ready for love!

So there is sort of a running joke with this group of friends that I hang out with that I have sort of made my rounds with all of them. This is not to say that I have hooked up with them all, but more that I have hooked up with a few of them and the rest of them have all liked me at one point or another or currently.

Another member, an auxillary member who usually is not out when I am, who granted, was drunk (or maybe he wasn't I am not entirely sure) made his intentions clear at the St Valentine's Day Massacre party.

This party was actually a pretty good idea. I went with Jackie and Eric. We were all dolled up in our 1920s best. I had borrowed Jackie's dress of course and I found my great grandmother's fur stole in the attic, I wore a pair of the new shoes I bought, curled my hair up tight and wore a kicky little hat I bought the last time I was in Michigan. Jackie looked like Zelda Fitzgerald in a headband and pencil skirt and Eric wore a button down with a vest. Maybe it was the cuteness that called this boy to me, maybe it was the fact that I was clearly the only single girl there. Regardless, I could not shake this guy. He kinda kept following me around and I had to get Eric to act as a shield. At one point, they had to pull a celebrity style move, distracting him as I moved behind Eric, ran upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom until Jackie and Eric had come upstairs and then they sandwiched me on a couch until he left.

I don't know what it is with these kids! I am like SUGAR to them!

Robin was also in town this weekend, so I got to spend some quality time with her. I went shopping with her to buy hockey gear (she's on a team) and then we played like four hours of Guitar Hero. Her sisters were also around as well as Tom, her brother in law. He took to calling me Baroness Kiki Von Contraband, which I think might be a good nom de plume.

Now would be as good as time as ever to talk about my job intervista(s). I went and interviewed with a company that does translation work for business. They were looking for an assistant project manager and after three interviews, they offered me the position on Thursday.

On Friday, I turned it down.

It was substantially more money, and it is in my "field" but after some serious consideration, I realised that I really really like my job at MMC. I like the people I work with, I like the job that I do, I like the fact that I can dick around on the internet pretty much all day. I am making fine money (yes, more money would have been nice, I won't lie) but I just wasn't ready to make the move.

They then counter offered with paying half of my cobra until their insurance kicks in and another two grand.

But money can't buy you happiness kids, remember that.

The thing that made my decision for me was when I had gotten into work at MMC, sitting in my officette. I was looking down at my lap and I thought "how would you feel if you were sitting in the new office?" and I realised that the new place was like ::crickets:: It was so quiet in there. And then I realised I was looking down at my lap and I was wearing jeans and a pair of kicks listening to AC/DC on the radio... and I was HAPPY.

And not many people can say they are happy about where they work or what they do.

MMC provides a lot of opportunity for me and I am very happy with my decision.

It was also great for my ego... job offer, kicky little date... yeah I am doing quite okay for myself.

Let's see what tomorrow brings us.