Ch-ch-ch-chaaange...

At home...
It is confirmed: Fabulous Job definitely in jeopardy...
Division of my company is being sold to another big company. Company K is something I would love to be a part of, but not certain they will bring me on. Ugh. B and I frantically gathering gossip. BigP promises will recommend me. B says cannot work without me. Love B for that. B and I are like siamese twins: maybe freakish to look at, but cannot be separated without creative blood shed.
Today, I Attended the trend seminar and lo and behold, I win first prize in raffle: color direction book worth over 1k. Meaning colors for spring 2012 will be cake. I rock.
Score at a sample sale later. Mood goes up another notch. Finally get to work. B and I meet with Chickens to go over Holiday market. I volunteer for annoying projects to position myself to be part of division and get taken to company K. Then B tells a stressful rumor: none of us might be going to company K...maybe they just bought the label, and their own design team will absorb the work. Shudder.
I somehow miss the 6:18 train and have to wait for 6:40. After getting home and feeding cats, I jump in the ladybug and drive to parents house. Just to give them the forgotten leash, tamari sauce, flameless candles and lamp for broM2. And bc ladybug needs to be driven...mom shows me the current stage of Upstairs Bathroom project from Hell. I make sympathetic noises and ask why is everyone not using the other bathroom. Mystified about the answer that everyone's stuff is there. I know better than to ask why stuff cannot make the journey one flight of stairs to the other bathroom. Mom just says that broM2 might kill himself stumbling to downstairs bathroom middle of the night. Ok, then.
Mom hooks me up with a bottle of cranberry vodka. The bottle was open, so Dad and I put it in the trunk, as open bottle illegal in car. I just then remember that D put my glass weed pipe somewhere in the trunk, after anniversary party in September. Paranoid ride home, imagining being pulled over and the trunk of crime being discovered by EJC (evil jersey cop).
Sure enough, one follows me for 4 miles on route 80. Sweating in fake fur, but EJC finally gives up, discouraged by my stately 60mph steady middle lane driving. Ladybug is a cop magnet!
Tomorrow going on audition to become a voice over talent. Don't laugh: I must secure other sources of income. Wish me to break a leg!