Friday, November 11, 2005

Great news! We finally know where we're going to live next year. The folks at HR decided, I guess, that if I couldn't get a promotion I could get a nice consolation prize.
So, remember that Tom Cruise movie where he's some kind of resort bartender? And that Beach Boys song from the soundtrack got stuck in everyone's head for the rest of the decade? You know, the one that sounds like a Caribbean travel agency's jingle?
Well, my next contract sends me to a place listed in that song. For three years.
SUPER SWEET!
The one downside to all of this is that I have six months to get myself ready for perpetual swimsuits...oh gaaaaaaaaawd. Considering my title as the reigning Lady Lardbottom of the Grand Duchy of Buttox, I have my work cut out for me.