One of Life's Great Mysteries
There wasn't much to like about my last job. The boss types were evil, the job was tedious and boring, we ate low-carb cake and fucking fruit plates at birthday parties, and the cute, straight boys were few and far between. The one thing that rocked, the only thing, really, was the people I met there. Like Curly, Sheila, Miss Tanya and The Cook, for starters. There's more, but give me a break, people. It's almost the end of the day here.
So my point, and I promise you there is one, is that on the days when I'd be sitting at my desk, tears streaming down my face, trying to figure out how long I could support myself if I just grabbed my bag and hightailed it out of there for good, of which there were many, I had some good, solid peeps to turn to. In the end, I made the evil boss types fire me with a big, fat severance package that I was able to live off of for an entire summer, so who won? Me.
Since I enjoy planning in a way that suggests I might have a bit of the OCD, I routinely made sure we'd have "Ladies Nights." The Cook was invited too, despite the fact that he was not, in fact, a lady. I did explain to him what spotting was one day, though, so he's part of the club. This tradition carried on once I was fired, and still carries on now that I'm gainfully employed at a place I actually like, and where I don't report to a crazy person. Today, I sent out a mass email inviting everyone to the next installment, and received this one in return:
I'M IN! Thank you so much for organizing, Jess! I can't wait to see you and WGC!
I scratched my head and eyed that last bit quizzically. WGC? I sent Curly an IM, asking if she knew what it meant. She did not, but she had some suggestions:
Women Gone Crazy
We Got Cheese
Wacko Girly Conference
Wily Guido Cooperative
Wheezy Gaelic Caucasian
All valid suggestions, but I didn't think any were right. So I asked Google. Here's what G-Love had to say:
World Golf Championship
Writers Guild of Canada
Willard Grant Conspiracy
Walnut Grove Chapel
World Gold Council
Windows Genuine Chat
World Gujarati Conference
I'm stumped. I could always email her and ask her, of course, but instead, I think I'm going to go with We Got Cheese, since we'll be chowing down on nachos and Frito Pie.
