So my summer move to Atlanta got off to a brilliant start. Friday started off like every other day last week. I woke up about 8:30 am, and shortly thereafter I started moving stuff. This time, however, moved my stuff from my brand-new less than week old apartment to my car. Because … Friday was moving day!!! (again, lol)

I packed up all my stuff in my car and went to my last day at work. I stayed at Orange County for an extra week, mostly because I wanted to attend my co-worker’s baby shower. Besides the baby shower, Friday was a big day for me at work. I had to finish the last two projects that I’ve been working on for the past month or so that I have been procrastinating finishing for the past two weeks, but that is a different story.

It was important for me to stay for the baby shower because my co-worker is the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen, I wanted to spend that time with her. And I enjoyed the shower, I learned about how to care for a newly circumcised baby penis. (I know, I was a little distraught, too)

My plan was to stay for a bit of the shower, and be on the road to Atlanta by 3:30pm. Instead, I stayed at work until 5, playing at the baby shower and talking to my co-workers (whom I’m gonna miss like crazy)

Anyway, of course right before it was time to leave work, it starts to rain. I get in my car to go to my mom’s house, and almost there, the truck in front of me stops and when I try to stop, my stupid heavy over-full car slides right into the back of the damn pick-up in front of me. No worries, I’m fine. But I’ve ruined my car and I couldn’t get a rental until Saturday (boo!).

But today I am in Atlanta. I have unpacked my suitcases and I have to be at work at 9am tomorrow. And I will probably be at work until 10pm. Yes, work from 9-5, 5:30 dinner meeting, 6:30 work session and 7:30 Budget presentation. I know, right. Trial by fire, bitches!!!!!

I’ll let you know how it goes. Ta-ta