freebird5825
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excerpt...next week, i will attend a holiday party organized by, but not located at, my former w*rkplace. i am going as a guest...i shall conduct myself in a ladylike manner...i shall not smirk longer than 20 seconds...i shall be dressed to the nines, as a woman, not an engineer trying to be taken seriously...i shall smile and wave.
oh, this is gonna be soooooooooo good. <runs palms together>
I was reminded to report on my former w*rkplace party event last week. All of those who care, take a number in a very short line.
A little background review - I decided to FIRE on April 1, 2007. Some management types actually believed I was bluffing when I turned in my resignation 6 weeks prior. They had no clue I had been saving and investing for years. They thought they owned me.
The devilish side first...I dressed up very glamorous in a sparkly black tunic over black slacks, wore makeup and a nice ensemble of gold/pearl jewelry. I even poofed up the hair a bit. In other words, I was 180 degrees out of phase from how I dressed before FIRE.
Even my 81 year young escort was impressed. He knew exactly what I was up to. He's a rabble rouser himself.
I stayed standing up for quite a while next to my chair and just let them notice me. I saw several managers, and just grinned my grinniest grin and then slowly looked away. I put on quite a performance for the turkeys. The gossip mongers were well fed for a day or two.
On the positive side...I saw many good folks who stopped, did a double take, and then laughed and came over to hug me. I was blessed to know a lot of decent people who watched me go thru personal h*ll when my LH passed suddenly. They were SO happy to see me happy again. I had sincere warm fuzzies from that.
All in all I'm glad I went. I achieved some delicious closure by looking fabulous in front of the turkeys. Freedom is intoxicating!
PS The still w*rking folks all still looked like h*ll. The retirees looked great.
oh, this is gonna be soooooooooo good. <runs palms together>
I was reminded to report on my former w*rkplace party event last week. All of those who care, take a number in a very short line.
A little background review - I decided to FIRE on April 1, 2007. Some management types actually believed I was bluffing when I turned in my resignation 6 weeks prior. They had no clue I had been saving and investing for years. They thought they owned me.
The devilish side first...I dressed up very glamorous in a sparkly black tunic over black slacks, wore makeup and a nice ensemble of gold/pearl jewelry. I even poofed up the hair a bit. In other words, I was 180 degrees out of phase from how I dressed before FIRE.
Even my 81 year young escort was impressed. He knew exactly what I was up to. He's a rabble rouser himself.
I stayed standing up for quite a while next to my chair and just let them notice me. I saw several managers, and just grinned my grinniest grin and then slowly looked away. I put on quite a performance for the turkeys. The gossip mongers were well fed for a day or two.
On the positive side...I saw many good folks who stopped, did a double take, and then laughed and came over to hug me. I was blessed to know a lot of decent people who watched me go thru personal h*ll when my LH passed suddenly. They were SO happy to see me happy again. I had sincere warm fuzzies from that.
All in all I'm glad I went. I achieved some delicious closure by looking fabulous in front of the turkeys. Freedom is intoxicating!
PS The still w*rking folks all still looked like h*ll. The retirees looked great.