A Special Kind of Sunday

So...this might be a little long... you see the Superbowl is on... and I'm a little drunk... but tomorrow I'm going to get a promotion that will make me the boss of everyone I've worked with up to this point ... including a 50 something year old woman who's been at the company for 25+ years... she trained me me, so yeah, I think I'm obligated to get drunk... because tomorrow I know will not be pretty... I think the Colts will win even though I would much prefer the Bears.. we (M and I ) have a freind who is from Chicago and even though M is from Wisonsin, the home of the Packers, who are sworn enemied of the Bears, I would stll prefer them to win over the Colts. But, like I said I don't think that will happen. I'm out of cigarettes. Which sucks, becaus, without my knowledge, my brother quit (he's over at my house now) and with tommorow, I believe I'm entitled to smoke as much as I want. Especially since I could get pregnant any day... (Not a good example of impending motherhood, I know...) So my stomach's in knots... I was offered a marketing position (which I truely wanted, but the owner's daughter is also a marketing person and I was told I should just take the supervisory position just to save the trouble of everyone higher up (and she's pregnant and was going to quit the job she has now after she had the kid, but just found out she could have the marketing job - WTF.. way to leave our department without telling anyone - seriously - we could have gotten someone new in and trained them, but she would have just left us...) Anyway.. I should go... I'm being yelled at to come downstairs... good luck for tommorow...