A perfect day
To commemorate Aurora’s birthday, she and took a train trip up the coast to LA. We splurged on business class tickets, and definitely ate our money’s worth in free coffee and pastry.
We did lots of shopping in the various ethnic neighborhoods that surround the train station, Little Tokyo and the Mexican old town area, Olvera Street. But for me the highlight was being joined by my little sister ZezZee, my childhood friend Jessica, and the legendary Miss Kendra, for dinner in Chinatown.
And as we left, I paused for a moment to drink it in, how much I love my life. And how big a role the wonderful friendships I have with women, with these amazing women, have in that happiness.
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Fork it over.
VP of Sales – *picks up donut* *sighs* “A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.”
Valancy Jane – “Give it to me. It looks better on me.”
Conehead – “I’m admiring a cressent roll right now.”
Valancy Jane – “You like it? *swivels hips* It’s new.”
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I have to find a new drugstore.
I bought a birthday card for Aurora. “For My Wife.” I also happened to be buying condoms. First the cashier looked excited ….. then confused.
Once I got outside I remembered I was wearing mouse ears.
The next morning I bought rope, and it was the same cashier, who said, “I guess last night didn’t go as well as you’d hoped?”
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We can guess.
Bethany – “The speaker was a man who’d been burned over 98% percent of his body, in an accident.”
Valancy Jane – “What’s the two percent that wasn’t burned?”
Bethany – “Well …… he’s got three kids …… so ……”
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Waiting.
The funny thing about healing is that it tends to snowball. Once it begins, it tends to move faster and faster, and the surprise of feeling a bit better is quickly followed by the surprise of feeling a lot better.
The unfunny thing about healing is that it all seems to depend on that first little shove. When I see that first little bit of progress, then I’ll know I’m going to be alright.
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In/unsecure
My phone rang just after midnight. My office number of all things, was on the screen.
“Mmmm’hello?” *blink, blink*
“This is the police. We’re in your office.”
“Goodness,” I said. Then, “Lola?”
“No. The police. There was an unsecured door, and we have your number listed to call.”
Nonononononono, I thought to myself. Please do NOT tell me I left something unlocked. Nonononono, not today of all the almost 1400 days I’ve worked there. Not today, the day I asked my boss to consider me for more responsibility. (And money.) This can’t be happening. A door unlocked on thousands of dollars of inventory, a door unlocked for a disgruntled employee of the former incarnation of the company.
The policeman on the line and I tried to walk through all the possible problems with the door but we couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t latching. Finally, the CEO was called in, while I hung up and lay in bed imagining my life as an unemployed woman. Promotion? After I made a mistake that involves the police, and our CEO being woken up and called in at this ungodly hour? I’d be lucky if I still had a job in the morning, even if nothing had been stolen.
I hardly slept, and drove into work with a sense of dread. I found the operations guy and my boss and asked “Did we figure out what happened with the door?”
Turns out it was an alarm problem. I.E., not my problem. Not my mistake. Have you ever wanted to puke from relief? I was that happy. And then, something even better happened. I went back to my desk and there was this note.
I’m going to frame this.
When I showed to my boss, he laughed and then he asked, “Hey. Why do the cops have YOUR number anyway?”
Between you, me and the internet, I have no idea. I don’t even give my real number on the company directory. But to my boss, I just smiled and winked. He’d better give me that promotion now. I’ve, apparently, got connections.
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Torrey Pines Beach
I’ve never been much of a beach person (hence the pasty white skin) but this one happens to be practically in my backyard, and it would be a crime to waste a place, and weather like this.
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Fantasy
Bethany – “Hey.”
Valancy Jane – *sets down shopping bag* “Would you still be my friend if I bought one of Britney Spears’ perfumes?”
Bethany – “No.”
Valancy Jane – “Fair enough. I’m going to shower.”
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Roller Coaster
Remember when I lost my job?
And that same day the bank that took over the company offered me some temp work?
Since I don’t really want to blog too much about the company, just about me, I’ll have to be a bit vague. The one of the original founders of the company, who’d stepped down as CEO a few years ago, bought the company back from the bank. And while we’re still hammering out the details, I’ve got a job here with him, at a smaller, slightly different version of the company. And it looks like I’m going to take it.
So to recap, I’ve had three jobs in the past two months. I’ve never been unemployed for longer than an hour and a half. I never knew when I lost the previous one that the next one would be offered. I’ve never missed a day of work, and I’ve worked all three jobs at the same desk in the same building.
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