Let me just say, I can not believe it is Sunday night already. Maybe it was the six day work week, or maybe its the fact that I've felt abnormally and miserably tired all weekend but time has flown by. And I am most certainly not looking forward to work tomorrow, for several reasons.

First of all our primary bodyshop at the chevy dealership next to us is not taking in any cars tomorrow. Not a single one. Resulting in a total of about 6 deals tomorrow. 6 deals throughout a 10 hour day = wayy too much free time. Most people would love the idea of doing nothing and getting paid for it. Not me though, when I'm doing nothing at work, time seems to cease.

The second reason I'm not to excited about work tomorrow is because my coworker Mike's last day was friday. He was a good kid, and we kept each other entertained, even during the slow days. He acted a lot like my mike, so it was like I had a pseudo-mike at work.

The third reason is because tomorrow starts the two week count down to Jeff's last day. Jeff is my manager, and an awesome one at that. He put his two weeks in on Friday. (Now don't be going and getting the wrong impression about Enterprise. It really is a great place to work. It just happened to be Mike and Jeff's time to move on.) When Jeff told me though, I don't know why, but I almost cried. I pretty much had known it was coming for awhile now.. but to actually here it. It sucked. So now I'm going to have to warm up to a new manager, which should definitely be interesting.

I've also been thinking a lot about my own tenure at Enterprise. I already know I'm not a lifer. I know what I really want to do involves fashion and retail and merchandising. The question is, how long should I stay. I'm thinking the minimum is a year. What I'm afraid of though is getting comfortable. There is nothing wrong with getting comfortable, however I don't want to just stop trying to get where I want to be for the sake of comfort.

I'm also pretty sure I had a minor panic attack this weekend. We had a corporate customer come in that just happens to be a real estate agent. We were chatting and I had mentioned how Mike and I had started taking the first steps in looking for a house, and boy did he jump on that. He was throwing out his business card and giving me some inside information on the housing market etc. Then he said, what made me lose it, just a little " we have to get you prequalified" whoa whoa whoa.. that is serious. I mean until now buying a house was just a notion, a pipe dream, an event for future mike and grace to handle (yea mike, I said it) But when he said that it made everything a reality. I want a house. I just know I'm not quite ready for it. I still have credit cards and student loans to pay off. I don't want that stuff to effect a mortgage. I still have to make it past the first step in my career as well. Plus lets be honest, I just don't feel like repainting our apartment white, quite yet.

Ugh, its been a mentally draining week, and I'm just not ready for the next one.
But if there is anything I learned about myself this week, (courtsey of the guys at work)it's that I can give the sass, I just don't take it.