Where do I start.

 

I’ve got things to tell you, Internet.  Things you may, or may not be suprised to hear.

It’s love, kids.

Things said while cleaning the kegerator with Jesse

“Go get four paper towels.  FOUR.”

“See if you can put those 27 parts back together.”

“I’ll pay you five bucks to lick that drain.”

“Is there a specific pro- …. Oh look who I’m talking to, what’s the specific procedure, and how many paper towels will it require?”

“I would only go through all this work for true love, or beer.”

“What do I do with this ‘pump and probe’ lube? ………. Nevermind, I’ll just call Buckman and ask.”

I got a job.

A very similar job to my last one, at a very similar pay, which in this economy is pretty darn awesome.  It’s a much smaller company, an accounting firm a mere five mintues from my house (if I hit every red light).  I really like the atmosphere, and after four months of interviewing candidates they made me a offer same day, they were that sure they wanted me. 

This enabled me to say no to the other job I’d been offered, that I really didn’t want.

And it means that I can relax, and stop feeling guilty for every minute I was online that wasn’t spent looking for a job.

It means I can blog again.