NPHS 20th Anniversary Celebration = A Fancy Night Out

I knew I was going to like this new job soooooo much more than the old one. There is an annual dinner and this was our first one (obviously since he just started over 2 months ago). There were cocktails and hors d'oeuvres (which I did NOT partake of) and then dinner and awards. Dinner was great. Dessert was better. A band (a really good band) played throughout. Then a hot guy presented the "Bricks and Mortar" award and I went home with him. Seriously, I do appreciate that he wanted me to come and didn't balk at the fact that I insisted on getting a new dress and accessories to go with it. I won't be caught shaming the director! Anyway, that's pretty much it. Besides the pictures...

~Photobooth Pic.~

~The director giving the "Bricks and Mortar" award to LeBarge Industries" and my salad and name tag.~

~The director and his wife.~

Please Call Me "Director"

That's our new "most frequently used" sentence around here. While I was off gallivanting in Washington, Trevor was busy interviewing for, then accepting, a new job as Director of Finance for a non-profit company here in So Cal. It comes with a raise (yeah!), a private office (yeah!), guaranteed annual raises (yeah!), plus two conference trips a year, in which they encourage their employees to bring along their significant others (triple yeah! I'm significant and get to travel)!

Although, he enjoyed his last job (minus one BIG grating irritant) they had been on a wage freeze for five years and there was no where to move up in the company. It was literally a dead end job. We have been trying and praying and applying aggressively for jobs in Washington. The cost of living there is SO very appealing. In the course of putting his resume online, however, this company found him and liked him and hired him (who wouldn't like him...he's awesome). For some reason, we are supposed to be here. I'm feeling very comforted by that and we are so excited for this new opportunity for him. There's only one aggravating equation. He likes to remind me that he's executive management now. One morning, as he was getting ready for work, he asked me to make "the director" breakfast. I haven't rolled my eyes this much since I was 14.