Monthly Archives: January 2010

Waiting.

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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.

In/unsecure

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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.

Roller Coaster

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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.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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That was my reaction when I realized late last night that I’d left my iPhone in my date’s car.   On mute.  So unless he happened to find it before the battery died, I’d prolly never see it again.  Or him again for that matter, since he’d never know why I wasn’t taking his calls.  (And when a handsome southern fella, who’s job is saving endangered species and did his post graduate work on baby black bears, wants to call you, you want the option of picking up.)

Then I recalled that Jesse had made me take the time to set up my email and phone contacts to sync, meaning I could pull up Andrew’s number from my computer.

I got a few hours of sleep after that, and called the next morning.  We agreed to meet this evening to hand off my electronic baby, and I started giving him directions about what to do with the various alarms and functions of the phone, until I realized I would prolly hand off an ACTual child with less instruction.

Anyway, the moral of the story, aside from that one should always do everything Jesse instructs you to do, is that I should prolly look into the possibility of having my iPhone surgically attached to my hand.