Lucky Kitty

I quit.

It's true.  I went into work on Thursday of last week and quit my job.  3 weeks notice.  Done. Check.

No worries, however, I have landed one heck of a new job!  I'll be transitioning into the world of commercial real estate and I couldn't be happier about it!  Fancy new office, nice guys to work with, direct deposit, the whole shebang!

It's still incredibly strange that I won't be working at the record store anymore - I mean, I've worked there for twelve years... my entire 'adult' life has been spent there... many wonderful things have occurred whilst I've been employed at Waterloo - I met and married my husband... we ended up on Trading Spaces... during SXSW even... I learned that I can drive a golf cart like a pro... I figured out how to make the impossible possible over and over again...I've made so many wonderful friends - most of whom I consider more than friends at this point - they're part of my family now.

Even though part of me will miss working at The 'Loo, I know I need to move along, spread my wings, and try something new.  I think it will be good for Waterloo too - they need a fresh face in the 'marketing department' with fresh ideas and new ways of doing things.  I'm really looking forward to seeing how a new person in my position there will change and grow the store in ways I never thought possible.

So, so long Waterloo Records, may you continue to try and steer the ship as far away from the iceberg as possible... and don't worry... I'll still have my husband buy me sunglasses with his employee discount.

Cup of Terror...

I've worked at the same record store for the past 12 years... since I was 20 years old. At said record store, I've done the same job for the last 8 years... in the same office... with the same people...

After sharing what's probably about 25 square feet or so of an office with the same people for 8 years, there's certain things that we all do that drive each other crazy...

One of us talks to himself all the time... I mean all of the time... imagine for a moment - if you sat about 2 feet away from someone who's every passing random thought came out of their mouth the moment they thought it... all day... every day...

One of us likes to make little jokes about things he sees in new release books - silly band names, funny costumes on foreign band members - pretty much the same three jokes about the same three subjects - over and over and over and over and over...

One of us has the most horrifying, grotesque, disgusting, soul-crushing habit I have ever had to sit next to...

Ice eating.

I'm not talking about the occasional crunch when you take a big sip and accidentally get a cube in your mouth...

I'm talking about a full-on, all-day, never-ending, unrelenting, unstoppable, inhuman CRUNCH-A-THON.

I wish I had a recording of this ice fest that I could play for you now, but here it is as best I can recreate in type:

Swoosshh... slurp... jangle... suck... slam (the cup back down on the desk)... crunch crunch crunch crunch...

Repeat.

It's seriously challenging my very will to live and making me question the crazy that I know lives in my head...

I mean really - it's just ice crunching... I can get used to it... sometimes he takes a day off... he has to get up from that chair at some point... why doesn't he eat food... why does this not bother the other two in the room... why do they think it's funny that it drives me to insanity...

I find myself counting the in-between crunching seconds sometimes... on average... he crunches ice every 17 seconds... yeah... I'm not even kidding...

I even Wiki'ed it - turns out it's really bad for your teeth and most likely means you have intestinal problems or an iron deficiency. So I tell my little cruncher all about how bad it is for you... he could care... back to the crunching...

Swoosshh... slurp... jangle... suck... slam (the cup back down on the desk)... crunch crunch crunch crunch...

Repeat.

Oh, I managed to snap a pic of the cup that contains the instruments used to create the most horrifying thing that happens to me on a daily basis...

Ladies and gents, I present to you... the CUP OF TERROR...

He fills this sucker up 4 to 5 times a day... A DAY!!! I'm not talking with soda or tea or water either... JUST ICE!

Swoosshh... slurp... jangle... suck... slam (the cup back down on the desk)... crunch crunch crunch crunch...

Repeat.

I know that I am perfect and do absolutely nothing to ever annoy anyone ever, but I sure do wish I could figure out something that he despises so that I could constantly do it over and over again...

So, tell me... am I alone? Do you guys have people in your office that torture you with this type of thing????