Here, have ma soul.

And so I’ve left. The job. After more than 6 months of counting paper clips and refilling my (and everybody else’s) staplers. It was a diplomatic decision. One that was made after much thought and consideration. Including scientific calculations of the number of days I could go without movie patronizing, restaurant dining, manicure sessions and the- mother- of- all- reasons- why- I- choose- to- get- out- of- bed- every- morning- and- trudge- to- work: Shopping.

And apparently, I could not last a week without attempting to sell off every piece of clothing I have and buy those sleek purple heels featured in Female this month.

But there is God. And I’ve been nice this year. (I raised a mother cat and its kittens!! Another story, another time.) I've been granted a new job that pays me enough to get those heels AND a matching clutch. On top of other necessities that includes buying ma daily coffee at 4bux a cup. *Dances naked in the hallway*

A week left for rah-rah merry making. Then it’s on to greener pastures.

La vie est belle.