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Saturday February 13, 1999    Email: diana@sff.net |
This week continues to be quite exceptional. The promotion list was posted at work, and yes, I am on it! I got the promotion--and my old job back. Huge huge huge relief there.
I really did not want to be faced with the decision of what to do if I didn't get it. There was a big part of me that said I should quit if it didn't come through, but there was another part of me that said, hey,
you like this company, the job is easy, the pay is good, and all of your benefits are here. What's a little pride?
But, now that worry is behind me as well. Furthermore, last night on one of my too-short breaks I scrawled out a short-short story that I'm going to type in this afternoon and see if I can make readable.  I had about half an hour of serious anxiety last night when my alarm went off. I use two alarm clocks: one a regular plug-in kind, and one a battery powered. Not only do I need two alarm clocks to make sure I wake up in time to make it to work by the ungodly hour of 2AM, but I also want to be sure that some sort of alarm goes off in case I ever have a power outage. And that's exactly what happened last night. My battery-powered alarm clock went off, and I did my usual sleep-filled glance at the headboard to see what time it is ... and there was nothing. Or rather, there was something, but I couldn't see it. No inch-high red lights telling me the time. Arrgg. So I got up, sacrificing the usual half hour of hit-the-snooze I usually indulge in, and verified that yes, the power was most certainly out. Called the parents. Yes, their power was out too. (Which was not all that much of a surprise since they live a whole three houses away, but it was worth a try, since if they did have power, I'd go over there and do my get-ready-for-work routine.) So I fumbled around in the bathroom and found the flashlight, and then gradually got candles and my oil lamp lit. I made some breakfast, since I could still do that thanks to having a gas stove. Then tried to figure out just how badly I needed electricity. Looked in the mirror. Saw the state of my sleep-flattened hair. Washing hair was definitely a must, but I had no way to dry or style it. I'd finally decided that if worst came to worst I could leave early and do my hair at work, when lo the power came back on with that satisfying thrum-click-hummmm of all the appliances cycling back on. Big sigh of relief. Crisis averted. And my journal page hit counter went over 20,000 sometime the other day! I was a bit preoccupied, and didn't see exactly when it happened. This just totally amazes me, because I remember it rolling over to 10,000 while I was in Monterey at the end of October. This means that in three and a half months I've had ten thousand hits? Wow. |