TGIF

Let's begin by talking about my love for three very important things: Great friends, white wine, and T Pain. I heart T Pain. Really, can't help it. Always have. Another very important love in my life: Friday nights. Combine all four, you have a very happy, no longer moping, Classy. With a few of my closest friends here in the city, we celebrated Friday night and my return from vacation. Four bottles of wine and a touch of Jack Daniels later... 3:00am came way too soon! We had a blast showing off our rapping skills, dancing skills, and leaving skills as we wandered off, just the girls, to get a little philosophical conversation flowing poolside during the early hours of the morning. I'm sure you can imagine. It was hilarious. 

In any case, since I live seemingly looking forward to the next weekend, as Sunday night rolls to an end, I wanted to reminisce on my Friday, while sharing my love for T Pain and gearing up for Monday... looking forward to next Friday. Hope everyone starts the week off right! Love to all!

Post-Beach Blues

This was me, yesterday. Maybe a little bit older and not in front of a Christmas tree. But this was me. I made the 7.5 hour journey back from my own slice of Heaven, otherwise known as the Gulf of Mexico, yesterday. My family, however, is still there. Probably on the beach right now. While I'm at work. Isn't that peachy? This is the first year in all of my life that I have not been able to spend a full week's vacation with my family in the Gulf. Unfortunately enough, my vacation days are spent and this Classy girl needs every dime on her paycheck in order to pay my bills and fund other excursions between pay periods. I'm pretty sure I cried multiple times on the trip home, just thinking about the rest of my family enjoying the ocean breeze and relaxing by the shore while I was facing torrential downpours and tornado warnings as a special 'Welcome Home' present from the city. Awesome.

While I'm so thankful for the time I was able to enjoy, it hurt more than a little to leave my favorite destination. Hurt even more to show up for work again today. Although, I could really get used to this whole two day work week thing. I'm trying to look towards the future now. My summer is still full of fun and excitement if I can just get past the continuous focus of not being able to be where I want to be in this very second... while Mr. Super Athlete and the rest of the crew are sunbathing and drinking and swimming and laughing... ugh...

Anyway, we're moving on. I'll keep you posted on what I find exciting about this weekend... could be rough, but I won't continue to mope... much... Promise.

Operation: Working Vacation

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is where I will be in only two more days. As if I hadn't been MIA in the blog-o-sphere enough, this upcoming Friday through Wednesday, I will be MIA in the city as well. And I cannot wait. This very beach, the ocean breeze, the hot white sand, the clear waters... the cold beverage... all of the cold beverage... five days of absolute and blissful nothingness. God, can I leave now? Classy and Mr. Perfect are traveling Friday night to meet my family, including Mr. Super Athlete, for a week in Seaside, Florida-- all paid for via my fabulous parents. Could it be any more perfect? Only if it lasted two weeks instead of 5 days. Unfortunately, my 'super cool' workplace won't pay me to be at the beach any more than my current existing vacation days will allow. Those pesky bills to pay at the end of the month seem to ruin all the fun. Ah, well. Some is better than none at all... that is for certain. 

Speaking of my 'super cool' workplace and my desperate need for this overdue vacation, I promised explanation for my negative attitude towards said 'super cool' environment in my last post. For the past couple of months, I have been on the verge of miserable at work. While I have my good days and still find great comfort in my close co-workers, my 'higher-ups' continue to place me on that line between anger and misery more often than not. As of late, it has gotten better, however not more than a month ago, I was more than ready to be elsewhere being paid more money for some type of work where I was actually using the degrees that I had earned in school. Basically, they don't pay me nearly enough to talk to me or treat me the way that they were at the time. Ie. I don't know how to do my job or I'm not putting forth enough effort for the sake of my children, blah blah bullshit, blah blah. Funny how all of my quarterly personal evaluations since I've been teaching there have been nearly perfect scores, yet all of a sudden, I'm worthless. It was re-accreditation season for them, therefore their asses were on the line, so their stresses were forced upon their staff... it was my first go around with said season. Lucky me. I don't think I'll be around to witness another... I hope not anyway. After crying at work twice in two weeks, one could say I was more than a little fed up. However, being that I was in the middle of May Mania, I didn't exactly have time to vent such stresses here or put forth effort in looking for a new place of employment were I would be validated. I basically spent all of May avoiding my administration as to 1.) not be forced into fake conversation acting as if I was perfectly fine after the way I was treated or 2.) not be yelled at or condemned for anything else I could possibly be doing all wrong. My job simply isn't that hard. I promise I can handle it. Chill out. Anyway, as things have settled mostly, I'm back to complacency where I am at the moment. My resume has been updated and sent off to a couple of locations actually, but I'm not expecting much out of it. Not many industries hiring nowadays. The relief, however, of simply having it updated and available for immediate send out is quite enjoyable.

But not more enjoyable than the relief that my home away from home in Seaside is waiting for me a mere 72 hours from now. Ah, bliss. 

She's Alive!

Hard to believe, right? Did you think that all of May Mania got the best of me? Well is almost did, I have been in recovery, but never the less, I have survived! All is said and done and it's already June! How did that happen? I just don't know. But I hope you have missed me, I have missed you mucho mucho! Let's see... where do I begin on filling you in on all of the savory details... ah, the wedding.

Wedding Extravaganza took place over Memorial Day weekend as you all know and surprisingly enough everything came together so nicely. It really was a beautiful wedding. The bride and groom were blissfully and disgustingly happy, and so, as the former roommate, I of course am so happy for them. But more importantly, I know you're curious as to how I managed my bridesmaid dress... well, after it was taken in a little over two inches, it still had to be pinned under my arm to make sure there were not going to be any added surprises during the ceremony. I was pretty proud. Even the bride's mother made a comment as to how jealous she was of how 'tall and skinny' I was... my response, "I can't do so much about the height, but I've worked pretty hard for the skinny, so thanks!" Needless to say, my ego was pretty high up there for the majority of the day. Bonus, only 1/2 the Bitch Squad showed up, therefore, I only had to avoid a few as I mingled my way around the reception. I also was able to find humor in the obviously fake attempts of conversation by sorority sisters who have chosen the Bitch Squad side of the story... you know... the story from over a year ago. Yeah. ha. All in all, it was an enjoyable event. I wasn't miserable and I was able to see many that I had missed, looking hot in my sized down dress of course. 

Onto the after party. The perfect after party. Guest list including Island Girl, Super Athlete and Friend, Mr. Perfect and myself. Darts, drinks, gossip, bliss. It was the perfect end to the chaos of the day. So much fun. The rest of the holiday weekend consisted of laying by the pool, shopping, sitting out on the back porch enjoying each other's company. The perfect end to May Mania and the perfect start of the summer. I was pleased... and tired upon returning to the city. 

Unfortunately, the city wasn't so nice to Classy when she returned. More on that to come. Promise. The job front is depressing right now. Still have a job, no worries. Just not very happy. Don't worry... more on that later. I'm working on my attitude towards it. Details to come. Hope everyone enjoyed their holiday weekend and you know.. the weekend following. Wow, I'm so behind. So sorry. 

Love to all!