- I've been working on my London blog for days. Its lengthy, but its the most awesome story of my life thus far. [It even beats the story of when Danny broke up with me via Chipotle burritos and I spent the rest of the night drowning my sorrows at TGIFridays, watching Amanda pierce her nose, skinny dipping in her parents' pool, then eating like 12 Jack in the Box tacos. But just barely. That was an awesome night.] And, so, I'd like to do it justice.
- I finally had enough and quit my job. While I absolutely love who I worked with [see: the Production Department and the Accounting Manager], I absolutely could not love who i worked for. Therefore, one Friday I simply walked in, gave a one day notice and left, free as a [expletive] bird. And since, I have been the happiest Megan since...well, the day after I drowned my sorrows at TGIFridays, watched Amanda pierce her nose, skinny dipped in her parents' pool, and ate 12 Jack in the Box tacos, when Danny called me to tell me I was the love of his life. Which is another great story.
- I have no official plans currently, but after taking a few days off, I realized I didn't want to part with my savings [see: unemployment buffer] so I polished off my resume and applied to some local places I usually can be found at anyways. If I'm there, I may as well get paid right? Right. I chose the one that was the most foreign: Jacks Restaurant in Pleasant Hill. I've never worked at a restaurant before and am having a blast. Unlike my previous position, I am off my ass, away from a computer, in public, dressed adorably, and talking to folks all the livelong day. My heart swells. Luckily, my new management is also awesome and gave me normal daytime hours...so Danny and I still have similar schedules. However, please note: if you guys know of anything designy, planny, public speaky, advertisey, or just plain awesomey feel free to name drop your girl Meggo.
- I'm running the marathon in 3 days and just today got my knee braces and a water bottle that straps to my hand. I've successfully gone ten miles, which is what I was told to shoot for before the run, and so I'm all set. I'll do 6 miles tomorrow and 8 on Friday and then 13.1 on Sunday. And it will all be over. I'll let you know if I die or if I'll sign up for more. The coolest thing is that after long runs I'm not even tired. I'm just sore...so maybe some good did come out of this nonsense.
- Bing keeps trying to walk on my computer. He only wants my attention when I'm typing, sleeping, or peeing. Jerkface.
- I take that back. He's my past, present, and future.
- I went home last weekend to see my nephews play football and ended up at happy hour [shocker] with my famdam. I also had the pleasure of seeing...pretty much everyone I ever grew up with in Disco...and it was amazing. I love reunions. Probably because I wasn't a bitch in High School. I was a fugly midget. Who doesn't love a fugly midget?
And there you have it. I will leave you with a pic of me and my awesome running shoes because we are the protagonists in this epic tale....
Even though I get to experience your life first hand it is highly entertaining to read about it. Sometimes better? Jury is still out. Love ya.
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