At last my promotion has come along

Yes, it's true.

I wish I could be a bit more elated about it, but the fact that I need it so desperately to thwart my credit card debt kind of puts a bit of a damper on the festivities.

So yes, I'm a supervisor now. Something that I had hoped to put off at least until the tail end of my career since management seems more of a pain than it's worth. And although my boss is a whirling cyclone of negativity, I've just learned to roll with the punches and say "yes, ma'am" when another absurd amount of work comes my way. Luckily, I have a great team, which makes it all a lot easier. And just one of them is the bratty teenager of the bunch who is my pet project to develop and deputize as the new and improved version of me.

I realize, not without a trace of irony, that part of this raise helps to subsidize my Uber addiction, which I primarily take to and from work.

But most importantly, it will help me do battle with the Unlucky Seven™, the name I have dubbed my credit cards. How I put myself in this position after spending a good three years to pay down my previous debt--putting off buying a new bed even as my old one was falling apart, always feeling guilty when I took a cab instead of the bus, carefully counting down how much I could afford on groceries--is galling. I'm especially pissed that I borrowed against my retirement monies to pay some of it down. I have my heart set on retiring at fifty seven, and boy will I be pissed if that day comes around, and I still can't because I didn't have enough in my 401(k).

Fucking lesson learned.

In much more optimistic news, we are coming to the end of the year, and that means Christmas will be here soon. I've booked my flight to Vegas (with points!), and am looking forward to seeing the fam, and especially my aunt's precious dog Cuddles. I've got to work on our annual bonus program next week, which is the last major project of the year for me, and then can coast through the next couple of months with lovely paid holidays.

VPA and Maybelline are to come into town in January, so I'm thinking some Beach Blanket Babylon is in order.

I also had dinner at the Osha with Cara, the sister of VPA's friend Fabiola, last Friday. She's at Berkeley now, and basically a real life America Ferrera. I anticipate many fun times exploring the City with her. We had planned to do the Folsom Street Fair today, but I could just tell when I awoke this morning that it would not be happening, in no small part due to the fact that I only went to the gym once last week, so have a deficient endorphin count which is making me feel like I'm part zombie. Gross.

Hanna moved to the Marina--I know not why--so we're planning a dinner date on Friday along with a tour of her new place. I'm still trying to keep up this doing one fun thing a month jam going, but it's hard considering I don't exactly have swaths of friends to do shit with.

I have upped my weights at the gym, and am rather liking the results. My trainer had emphasized using the weights slowly, which is like effing torture to me. So I just prefer to add more on, and go at my usual "let's get this shit over with" speed. I'll just keep pacing myself and increasing the weights gradually until I have the bulging pecs and 'ceps I've always dreamed of, I suppose, centered 'round my barrel of stomach.