Now why do I picture Nym moving to Minneapolis and twirling her hat in the air, and having a grumpy boss, some wacky coworkers and a downstairs neighbor named Rhoda, whose sister sounds suspiciously like Marge Simpson?
You guys are both rock AND roll. Really. I mean it.
Just as an update, I started work today. JGG doesn’t mess around, lemme tell you. We started the day with the assumption I’d come back for my standard rate of pay. By the end of the day, we decided a raise was in order. I’m JUST THAT GOOD!
I felt like I’d come back home. So much had changed, but so much had stayed the same. I feel good about this.
So, I’m meeting with friend John tonight. Everyone collectively cross your fingers that he’ll listen to me and immediately say, “How great, baby! How about I buy you a house and a car and send for all your stuff?! Would you prefer a Lexus or a Mercedes?”
Okay, my luck probably hasn’t changed that much, but…hey. You never know.
Superb! And hold out for the BMW. A far more fun automobile to drive. You can get the 3 series with a 3.0 liter V-6 and all-wheel drive now. Perfect for those snowy winter Minnesota roads.
I’m thinking an Audi S4 is more her type. Then again, she could hold out for the 375 hp Audi RS4 to make it stateside. Then she could take it to Josef Hoppen and have him beef it up to 510 hp. I can see my little Nymph now, innocently sitting by a Ferrari at a stoplight, revving the engine, and blowing it’s doors off at the green with a wickedly evil look in her eye.
Oh, and congrats, babe! It’s about fucking time someone who could employ you realized how awesome you are.
[sub]And now you can’t say I never post to your threads[/sub]
How can I not take a moderator’s advice? I held out for the BMW 735i.
Bow. BOW, I SAY! I think I should win the award for Fastest Luck Turn-Around for a Doper.
[sub]Okay, it’s a really, really old BMW, but still…[/sub]
While I’m bumping, I’d like to say another Thank You to all of you out there that supported me when I was down and out. There are a few of you that I barely know, yet went out of your way to send me emails, and in one case, money. I’m ashamed to admit I have all of that information saved on my hard drive, which is still in Chicago. I know I promised personal emails to some of you when I got back on my feet, however…I can’t remember everyone’s name. Please forgive me for not sending those promised emails, but if I get NEW ones here in Minneapolis, I’ll grovel. Promise.
Regardless, your well wishes obviously worked, and for that I am eternally thankful.