I'm Ready To Be A Millionaire

I've been listening to the Super Lotto commercials on the radio, and I must admit, I have been fantasying lately, more than usual the thought of winning large sums of money in the the California State Lottery.  As I'm driving on my regular commute, I think about what I would do with all the millions. 

 

I would of course quit my job at the ghetto.  No question about that.  Would I just quit or be nice and give two weeks notice?  Would I write a letter of resignation, or drive up in a limo and announce it in the parking lot through a bull horn:

"Attention everyone in this ghetto building!  Nice working with you all, but, I quit!!  Goodbye!!" 

Of course, I'd be nice and send everyone roses afterwards.  I do like most of the people I work with, don't get me wrong.   

I would then pick up my friend Maria from the across the street, and inform her that I planned on paying off the rest of her mortgage so she can pursue her career as a professional gardener.  She has a natural green thumb, and it is being wasted inside a large cement building across the street.  We need more green in the world, don't you agree?! 

Anyway, I've already made plans in my mind.  They involve a summer home near the ocean, and a boat for hubby to fish from, as well as college tuitions, vacations, family/friend expenses, and a whole lot of charity contributions.  Yes, God, I'm ready.  Bring it on! 

I went over to the gas station a few hours ago, and got my "gold" ticket.  Hey, someone has to win!  Why not me?!  It's not like I'm going to waste it on a 7 million insurance policy for chest hair, like some people...

                                           

Okay, well looks like someone else is going to throw their hat in the retirement ring this month.  This is great news, but not official yet.  I have no idea why boss lady doesn't close her door when she knows I'm sitting less than a  hundred yards away.  Of course I have said nothing or spoke of it.  I guess she trusts me enough not to blab it all over the office. 

You know one thing that I hate more than anything?  It's when changes to my own work are in the works and I'm the last one to know about it.  What pisses me off is these people that are looking for the changes have no idea what I do.  They want to give a portion of my work to someone else, and this someone else is less than thrilled.  I am less than thrilled knowing that I may have train someone.  Not only is this "change" ridiculous and unneeded, it was the "idea" of someone who thinks it would be easier for me--in reality it won't be any easier.  I'd like to wack someone with a wet noodle right now.  Oh well..more reason to leave the ghetto. 

 All the old timers are leaving and dropping like flies, and all the newbies have their "new" ideas that don't make much sense to me.  I guess after 20 years, (as of April) it's time for me to go and start anew somewhere else.  The thought of just leaving my post and quitting sounds more wonderful the more I think about it.  I spoke with an oldie who is retiring this month who told me how she wasn't looking forward to a big retirement party.  "You know Julie, they (management) only seem to want to celebrate someone when they leave, not when they are working hard, and doing a good job."  You said it, sister.  When I leave this place, I don't want a party.  She give me a card full of money-that is all I want.  HA HA HA... Am I sounding superficial?  I don't care.  :)

Nicholas didn't want to get out of his jammies this morning.  He informed my mother that it was "Pajama Day" at his preschool.  My mom called me to confirm if this was true.  Well, I didn't know for sure whether it was or not.  They will usually put a flyer out on the door informing the parents of such days.  I called the preschool just to make sure, and my answer was a roar of laughter.  No..it's not pajama day.  When did my little boy become such a good liar?! 

4 more days until weekend ALONE with hubby man!  YAY!

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