Monday, August 23, 2010


I HAVE BEEN OFFERED A JOB IN COWTOWN, AND TO QUOTE THE PERSON I’M IN CONTACT WITH: "Apparently my supervisor came to my office while I was gone and got the information she needed because now I got an email saying your paperwork has been approved!!!!!!"

That means all the bullshit that I had to put up with last week while she was on vacation was a waste of time and effort and energy.

With luck, and a talk to my supervisor, I’ll be living in the downstairs of my parents’ house by the end of next month. Almost exactly five years after I moved out of there last time.

And to repeat myself from a comment to the last post: "wings, if you check this out, call me again. After five. I have your number written somewhere, but I couldn't find it yesterday. I know it's safe and sound in my e-mail because, you know, I didn't think I'd lose my ability to check that."

Thursday, August 12, 2010

For those still, occasionally, looking...

I said I wouldn't blag from work, but today I must.

A few things:

For the two in the know, the test went well. Results have been e-mailed and am awaiting a reply so an official announcement can be made. Hopefully on Monday or Tuesday. (SQUEE!)

While I waited for the results of the test, I sat in a fairly comfortable (for a doctors' office) chair and sang to myself. I was nodding my head and tapping my heel. The old lady across from me asked me if I was singing. It caught me off guard and made me smile. It's not often one finds a person who really watches people, let alone asks them about it.

Completely unrelated to the last two paragraphs, I have found a piece of music that sums up the person I've been for the last 20ish years of my life. It's "Per I Morti Reggio Emilia" from Mirah's To All We Stretch the Open Arm. The song is mournfully hopeful. What I mean by that is that the music is sort of sad, but there's a bounce to it. I keep rewinding (or whatever the correct word is now) myPod to listen to the song over and over again the last two days. I really like it.

It's probably on the ünternerts somewhere. Take a listen and understand that even if you don't hear me in it, I hear me in it.