I'm in a post holiday funk

Editor's note:When I posted this I had some Blackberry issues so it messed up. It's since been cleaned up. Carry on!

So I owe you a lot of updates. But first let me tell you the biggest: I started a new job on Monday. No you're not crazy-I did just take a new job recently. Actually it was 14 months ago. It was a fantastic job, and I learned a ton, but over the past few months the nature of it changed, and I wasn't as happy. Then I was approached about a different job. A group here really wanted me to join their team for reasons still unknown. I even verified that they had the right person and everything. They insisted I was the one they wanted. OVER-RATED! Or maybe they just have a need for someone who is good at surfing the web, openly reading magazines at their desk and spilling pop on their keyboard. No matter the reason, I did end up taking the job and am now working for someone who I've worked with previously who I absolutely love. I'm still at the same company, in my same cubicle, with the same phone number. And can I be honest with you? I don't think some of the people from my old department know that I don't work there anymore. And, frankly, that is freaking hilarious so I'm trying to see how long I can keep them thinking I am on their team.

Some other news:
- The Jett Travolta thing is too sad. I can't even think about it without tearing up. What an awful horrible tragedy.

- Ohmigod Scrubs is back! Did you guys watch it? I completely lost it when JD was like, 'Black people have the smoothest skin.' then he started rubbing Turk's face and Turk was like, "No." Man that show is awesome.

- Last night I went to the gym. No I am not joking. I for real went. I like going there because I never see anyone I know. Oh wait. Or I end up sitting right next to a guy I work with. It's not that I don't like seeing people I know at the gym. It's that I don't like people I know to see me working out. I look like a drunk retarded giraffe trying to figure out how to use the shoulder press without having to put any actual weight on it at all. I'm glad I went, though, because then I went home and watched "The Biggest Loser" and realized I would pretty much do anything to avoid having to be a contestant on that show. I have never watched that show before, but my sister and John rave about it so much, I decided to try it out this season. Holy crap. I am already obsessed. Plus I cried a minimum of ten times. It's possible I have some estrogen overload issues.

- Last night I made eggs-over-medium and hash browns for the first time in my whole life. And they were awesome! I mean, yeah I did have to call Diane and my mom to ask them several questions on what to do, but still. This is big for me. Watch out, world: this is the new Sarah. She works out and makes breakfast foods that everyone else learned how to make in 7th grade!*

Special note to Renee:
Get better soon! Take a picture of the staples in your head. (Yes, people, staples. She fell on the ice last night and cracked her head open! I would make fun of her if I wasn't so worried about her. Maybe in a few months when she's completely healed I'll start the "How was your trip? See you next fall!" jokes and see how they land.)

Coming tomorrow: recap of my Christmas vacation.

*Ok truth time: I did also try to make toast and had my toaster set too high so it burnt and set off my smoke alarm. But I mean-everyone does that, right? Right?!?