My imaginary friend Peter said that there’s a point of Wisconsin cold where all fashion stops. He calls it Fabsolute Zero.
It is so cold this week that I’ve basically just thrown up my hands and given up. I took back the Ikea sheepskin from the cat and put it beneath my desk, as the cold seeps up through the hardwood floor and freezes my feet (by the way, this was a brilliant solution, as now they are warm AND cozy) and even a space heater and thick ski socks is not enough to overcome negative 2 degrees. I dug out the most gender-confused footwear in my shoe cupboard: a very rugged and manly pair of boots accented with baby pink detail. They are uncomfortable and heavy, but I can plod across sheen ice as easily as walking across dry pavement in them. At first, I only put them on when taking the dog outside, but yesterday, I actually did the “shoes in the purse boots on the feet” thing when I went into the office and did not even feel the slightest bit sheepish as I clomped through the cubicle farm to my desk, feeling a bit like Admiral Perry or maybe a Budweiser Clydesdale. I will have a new job at the beginning of the year, one that allows me 100% work from my home office. I celebrated by buying a pair of extra snuggly fleece yoga pants and when they turned out to look TOTALLY ADORABLE and indistinguishable from regular safe-to-be-worn-in-public pants, I celebrated extra by buying another three pairs. It’s snugglicious all up in my lady business! (That is definitely not a song that I possibly sing to myself. And the cat. Shush.)
Oh, were you paying attention in that big dense paragraph above? I am going to have a very fancy new job! I was talking with other people who had much more fun jobs at other companies and was finding myself being obscenely jealous. It was clearly time to just cut the cord and take advantage of a clean break, and turned down two job offers from within my company and accepted a new role at another company.
For the first time in ever, my 9 to 5 job is going to be writing and editing. For reals. Crazy!
As beautiful as the cold weather is, I’m looking forward to no longer dealing with the morning commute, the skipping lunch because I don’t want to be arsed to get into a cold car, and also, being subjected to overhearing the snorking, sniffling and obnoxious conversations of the people in other parts of the cube farm. I strongly suspect I won’t miss creating Inception-esque complex Excel spreadsheets. Conditional formatting, see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya!
In other news, Weetacon sold out! Four days after registration opened! And we have people on the overflow list (and are looking at increasing capacity to accommodate those folks, so if you wanted to come to Weetacon, send in your registration ASAP, because we’re only going to increase enough to accommodate people who have actually registered, not people who swear they are going to register but haven’t gotten around to actually pulling the trigger.) which is just so awesome. It’s our seventh year of Weetacon and the theme is Seven Deadly Sins (the best idea ever, it was Meg’s suggestion) and if you ever were an old online journaling fangirl or fanboy, this is your year, because the attendees list is Fabsolute Awesome. As always, please feel free to email me if you have questions about Weetacon, pugs, photography, shoe shopping, Glenn Beck or the secret to amazing eye makeup for the holidays. I’m here for you.