Mantras of the Office Dweeb

I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I use to do secretarial work for an oil and gas company for a few years.  The pay was amazing, but the work was somewhat lacking.  The scuttlebutt was the head office manager believed my ex-flame's mother (Dragonlady would be a good nickname):  I was apparently trying to steal her job.
Ha!  said I.  I don't want no stinkin' office job.
Anywho, as that former relationship blew up in my face (loads of misunderstandings, barely a shovelful of truths), I became more and more irritated, angsty, and sorta gritchy.
Realizing I was going quickly towards a pickled and angry end, I jotted down a few things to think over and over if ever I found myself wanting to strangle my fellow workers.
And here, on this very blog, I bring them to you:
Mantra #1
ALTHOUGH YOU ARE UNHAPPY, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE WORSE OFF...  LIKE THOSE WITHOUT A JOB.
Good, I started out thinking on the upside of horrid office work.
Mantra #2
THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE MONEY.  DON'T YOU LIKE LIVING ON YOUR OWN?
Again, valid point.  I did like being self-sufficient and unneedy.
Mantra #3
BAD KARMA SURROUNDS YOU.  GO OUTSIDE.
Because I had very bad motivation due to extreme moodiness
Goals
1)Be HAPPY & @ peace with Job.
2)Lose baggage. (Here, ex-flames)
3)Kick some shins! (I've always been a bit physical)
4)Clean house.  (I rarely dust... and other things.  Just shush up, okay?)
5)Try not to SCREAM. (I thought this was a very good one, as I screamed almost everyday on the hour-long drive home)

Somehow, these helped me get through the day.  Hopefully I won't ever have to use them again.
Except kicking shins.  That I like.

Just some short thoughts on marriage

Before attending the marriage of a couple of good friends, we had a prewedding decorating party-party.  After too many beers (not even half a dozen, I am a cheap date) and awesome conversations/music battle royale, I came to the realization that my memory is waaaaaaaaaay better drunk than it is in its plain, unmarinated state.  In conclusion, I probably should just stay soused day-round.

And this is what would happen if I did.

But on the subject of marriage:
There were a few minor mishaps in the ceremony (even though the entire thing was beautiful.  Congrats, you crazy lovebirds!).  Mostly, the father (preacher, priest, whathaveyou) had no idea what the heck he was doing, which leads me to believe what the Beau and I are doing for our 'wedding' (yep, we're engaged; he made me a ring of bailing wire) is much more.... right.  All we have to do is rely on the beer makers to have made a good batch, people who bring us food (and maybe a little dinero), and the judge officiating.  It shouldn't be too hard to mess those up, right?
Plus, it's going to be one helluva party.