Busy.

You know those days when you have so much stuff going on and you don't have time to think straight, or wash your hair, or enjoy a good TLC marathon of Four Weddings?

That fragile state of being-on-the-verge-of-homicide is precisely where I am right now.

My brain is like "OH MY GOD I HAVE A TON OF SHIT TO DO I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE FUCK TO START BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT. It's been 12 years since I posted on my blog (not that anyone's noticed), I haven't uploaded any of the 5,238 photos from our Disneyland trip, Eric's birthday is just around the corner and A1 planning needs to take place, the laundry is practically walking itself to the trash can because, at this point, it's beyond washing, oh, and that new job is totally cramping my sleep-till-noon-and-wear-pajamas-all-day style!!!"

Since this is really just a filler post to make myself feel better (about myself), I'm not going to get all long-winded about anything in particular. But I will say that my new job is killer and they bring in free catered food and I work pretty much autonomously, which I love, and it's rad. Also, they bring in FREE CATERED FOOD.

My chins high-fived each other when they learned the good news.

Things are looking up, my friends.

This is not from my catered job, it's from Food Truck night. Whatever, you get the idea. 

I like food.

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Working 9 - 5 (or Something Like That).

I started my job this past Monday and guess what.

I STILL LOVE IT.

Yes, I've lasted three whole days and have decided this was a great decision and I'll pretty much be here for the rest of my life.

Today the office is having a potluck. I'm not sure if it's in celebration of St. Valentine's Day or not. It actually doesn't make any difference to me. There's going to be lots of food and I never need a reason for that. My officemate is bringing homemade lasagna. I'm strapping on the feedbag in anticipation.

I'll be taking my blueberry-peach cobbler. And I may just end up bringing an untouched dish back home with me if it's going up against the kind of contenders I've been warned about (I'm looking at you, Jack Daniels cupcakes). That's totally fine with me though because I will straight eat this shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next three days. It has fruit and that means it's healthy.

On a somewhat related note-
I was at the grocery store early this morning to buy blueberries. There were lots of dudes buying flowers in little glass vases and rose-shaped chocolates wrapped in red foil. I thought it was funny.

That's it for my updates. Fingers crossed I don't make anyone at the potluck sick.

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Guess Who's Back in the Workforce!

That's right!

IT'S ME!!!!


I finally got a job and it's a job that I'm actually really excited about. It's starting out as a part-time position, but I'm okay with that because 1) I REALLY wanted this job, and 2) I'm going to need to take baby steps in order to remember how to act like a normal, functioning, employed human being again.

My first day is this Monday and I've already started a list of things I need to do in preparation:

1. Put together an outfit that doesn't involve pajama pants.
2. Tame the Charlie Manson hair.
3. Wax my Andy Rooney eyebrows.
4. Remove the two month old, crackhead nail polish from my fingers.

Isn't this exciting???

If you need me, I'll basically be looking like this all weekend.

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"What is TILTE Doing Right Now...?"

ALL THIS...

Potato-leek mashed potatoes, Shepherd's Pie, vegan corned beef and cabbage, and Rosemary-potato loaf with Kerrygold Dubliner cheese.

Desserts.

Buffet line.

Green beer.

An early St. Patrick's Day feast.

Boner'ppetite.

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A Surprise Party at Work! (Unfortunately, Not For Me)

Last week we celebrated a surprise birthday party for our Creative Director.

It was about a month in planning. And it was really hard to keep a secret because we're an office full of loud mouths. Also, I get really stressed out when it comes down to the wire and I always worry that surprise parties are going to suck and the guest of honor is going to get all down in the dumps because their friends don't know how to throw parties.

Luckily this one went over without a hitch.

On the day in question, one of our co-founders took the birthday boy out for a (fake) "business development" meeting. He had previously emailed him a brief rundown of this new (fake) client- working with a local fitness company who was unveiling some new (fake) workout product. In theory it was perfect because it was a great excuse to get him to the beach- where our surprise party would be waiting.

Only the birthday boy was actually really stoked on this new (fake) potential client. Which made me cringe because it probably meant he was going to be fucking saaaaad when he saw his surprise party, instead of a new badass product, waiting at the beach.

This reaction gave me nervous diarrhea for two days.

All day long, we had a private group chat going that looked something like this: "When are they leaving?? Are they going soon? I'm getting nervous!! I'm ready for the party!!" The second our co-founder and Creative Director left the office, the wheels were in motion. Everyone took turns quickly signing his gift and we all zoomed up to Malibu. After stopping to pick up some pizzas, I made it to the beach about 10 minutes before the big surprise. In that time, we set up a card table, put the food and drinks out, and laid down some picnic sheets.

Everyone was on high alert for when they would be pulling up. When we saw them cluelessly drive by, we all hid behind a minivan.

As they parked and made their way over in our direction, we jumped out and yelled "SURPRISE!!!"

The birthday boy played it pretty cool and didn't seem to shocked, despite his allegations that he had no idea what we had planned. I bet he was just sad over the realization that his new client had just gone down the tubes.

This is how we spent the rest of the day.

Cupcakes courtesy of SusieCakes

Pizza and pasta salad courtesy of Blue Table

Happy Birthday!

This is my favorite shot of the day. It makes me laugh every time.

"Let's open up this pit!"

Cocktails courtesy of The Sunset Restaurant

It turned out to be a success!

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This is What I Do at Work.

My coworker Jessica picked this little guy up at Ralph's the other day on her lunchbreak.

A helium tank and a pretend "Jaws" attack later, we mastered the art of swimming through the office.

My coworker Melissa calls him Bitey. I call him Sharkface Killa.

Did I mention we also sometimes use the T-Pain app to autotune ourselves when we're reading boring-ass shit for projects?

A flying shark, a T-Pain app, and a cabinet full of booze...

I love my job.

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