Writing From Work & Eating Chocolate
The whole thing is a fuckin' shame too, because I see that not only is the really great, long real estate run reaching the finish line - until at least June - but my current employment seems to be seriously up in the air at this point.
And my betta fish isn't well either. Better than he was last week, but still far from well. Too much temperature fluctuation for an older fish like Tillie.
I am about to embark on my third Ferrero Rocher, because at base they are just so entirely unsatisfying. Why in hell does anyone keep anything but Snickers Bars around if chocolate & nuts is what they want? I was given these as a Christmas present from a co-worker who somehow thinks I like them. Misguided girl. Yet, in a pinch, and this is a pinch.
Had dinner with a friend on Thursday night who told me she had a successful interview with the biggest name law firm in Orlando, and that they had a position open for someone with my skills. She recommended me. I called her this morning to see if I could get the name and phone number of the HR director, but my message hasn't been answered. Not an auspicious beginning to what will, I'm sure become a job search.
But at this moment I just refuse to be depressed. I am, however, going to burn a whole bunch of personal days as quickly as I can and devil take the hindmost. Don't know what Joanne will make of that, but I know she'll try to string me along here as best she can for as long as it suits her fancy. This is not about being fair. This is about being comfortable. :)
And speaking of comfort, or lack thereof, I'll be off for my annual mammogram soon. Nice! Just such a dreadful procedure and such a terrifying wait for the doctor to come in and tell you whether you're going to live or die. And we do this once a year. Women really take it up the ass in this world.
4:15 pm EST and the phone has rung maybe 6 times today. Joanne may have picked up a client. Maybe not. She's at a closing which will be our last for a long time. If we don't start to get listings, it won't matter if I'm here or not.
Ugh!
And my betta fish isn't well either. Better than he was last week, but still far from well. Too much temperature fluctuation for an older fish like Tillie.
I am about to embark on my third Ferrero Rocher, because at base they are just so entirely unsatisfying. Why in hell does anyone keep anything but Snickers Bars around if chocolate & nuts is what they want? I was given these as a Christmas present from a co-worker who somehow thinks I like them. Misguided girl. Yet, in a pinch, and this is a pinch.
Had dinner with a friend on Thursday night who told me she had a successful interview with the biggest name law firm in Orlando, and that they had a position open for someone with my skills. She recommended me. I called her this morning to see if I could get the name and phone number of the HR director, but my message hasn't been answered. Not an auspicious beginning to what will, I'm sure become a job search.
But at this moment I just refuse to be depressed. I am, however, going to burn a whole bunch of personal days as quickly as I can and devil take the hindmost. Don't know what Joanne will make of that, but I know she'll try to string me along here as best she can for as long as it suits her fancy. This is not about being fair. This is about being comfortable. :)
And speaking of comfort, or lack thereof, I'll be off for my annual mammogram soon. Nice! Just such a dreadful procedure and such a terrifying wait for the doctor to come in and tell you whether you're going to live or die. And we do this once a year. Women really take it up the ass in this world.
4:15 pm EST and the phone has rung maybe 6 times today. Joanne may have picked up a client. Maybe not. She's at a closing which will be our last for a long time. If we don't start to get listings, it won't matter if I'm here or not.
Ugh!