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Everyone complains about their job, and I am no exception. I definitely get burned out. But I have to remind myself what a good deal I really have. Cases in point: One, my office is super chill and laid back. Two, my workmates are typically pretty chill and laid back too. Three, I am working from home today. I usually work from home two days a week. Why? Because I can. I work from a laptop, so wherever I go, my work can come too. That brings me to Four: Yesterday, I had sent out my regular Thursday email warning along the lines of “Working from home Fri. Have a good weekend.” As I was leaving the office, the admin asst told me I was going to miss a birthday party we were having for my friend/coworker. (Also, I’d be missing tiramisu. Note: My mom makes the best tiramisu, so I never buy it anywhere myself, but I will partake if someone else does.) My boss got in on the conversation and suggested, “Why don’t you just come in for the party and then go back home?” I responded that I really could just come in; I mean, working from home is just a luxury I allow myself here and there. But she insisted, “No, no, just come in for the party.” How cool is my boss? So, that’s what I did. I rolled in at 11 or so, ate some tiramisu, gabbed with my work peeps, snagged another little piece of tiramisu, and came back home.

Last night, I went to a burlesque show. Ah, Portland, you always have to be so cool and progressive. It's one of the things I love about you (your "devil-may-care" attitude), but this was pret-ty cheesy, I have to say. No offense to the girls, but they weren't terribly attractive and a couple actually looked like men in drag—I'm still not completely convinced. They were okay dancers, though, and it was mildly entertaining I suppose. (Hmm, it's a little sad that that's the best review I can give.) The music consisted of Bjork, Gwen Stefani, Tony Bennett covers (one was Bust a Move!), and stuff like You're Nobody Til Somebody Loves You and Easy Like Sunday Morning. The girls wore frilly panties, corsets, pasties, and hokey dance-recital grins. I gave it a chance, but I have to say it was lame-o. Soooo not worth $10, especially when you can go to a strip club for free, hold the cheese.

I have an action-packed weekend ahead, involving a chili cookoff, pumpkin patching, corn mazing, and possibly roller skating, so I’m sure there’ll be stories and photos to come. I’m excited about the pumpkin patch; there’s just something warm and fuzzy about the whole thing. Ah, I’m going to buy some spiced cider too, for post-PP relaxation.

P.S.—My quote of the day: "All this over a Labradoodle!"