Faith, Or The Opposite Of Pride

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Location: Home.
Listening: The rain dripping from the windowsill.

A surprising day.

Jeff's boss, Terry, flew in from Atlanta this morning to interview candidates to take Edith's place. As a result, I spent my day in meetings. The results: my hours were changed from 8AM-5PM to 7AM-4PM (something I'm actually pleased about--I can now spend more afternoon time with Peter and finally get a good parking spot in my overcrowded neighborhood); an extra vacation day (Terry was shocked that I had only one vacation day for Christmas and ordered me to take another); and the realization that I have one boss I can actually talk to comfortably. Terry is a former high-ranking Marine, Irish, from Southie, who doesn't mince words and who actually seems to have no problem telling us the truth. I've met him three times--all three times, we've gotten on like a house on fire. He won't let me sit quietly when he can tell I'm annoyed or wondering about something--and he's incredibly observant. Our meetings ran late, but I enjoyed myself for the first time since the layoffs began. We still don't know when we're moving. I still have to train another temp. But I finally was treated as I used to be treated by Vice Presidents--with respect and acknowledgement. That made a huge difference and, while I still plan on leaving as soon as I can, the time in between has been made (for now, at least), a little more bearable.

We walked out of the building at 5:45 and into a storm. Gusting winds, swirling leaves, pounding rain--I was soaked to the skin by the time I reached my car, but I was happy. We haven't had a true storm in as long as I can remember. I had to walk six blocks home from where I parked, but I sang the whole way.

When I got home, Peter was in much better spirits. The rain had lifted him as well, and we've spent the evening bundled on the couch, watching back-to-back episodes of Law And Order (testament to how good my mood has been). We've just ordered Thai and Peter has just found a new episode of Absolutely Fabulous. I have coconut-pineapple Haagen-Dazs in the freezer and new thoughts for my fantasy piece.

To quote Terry Moore: "It's a good life.".




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