Etc.

Big Finance Makes the Big Reveal

Actually, they haven't told me yet that I'm out on my ear. I think it's just mutually understood. My boss has been pleasant to me, but she generally has.

It turns out that Oliver and my boss have hired the little pearl. I like Little Pearl. She's funny, smart, and has OCD. She's perfect for the job. (She changes out her purse every day to match her outfit. That's how OCD she is. And how I used to be.)

They also tried to hire my cube-mate, Satchi, but the appeal of a supposedly permanent gig does nothing for him. He's making $120K right now and has paid vacation time, holidays off, etc., through his contracting company. And since he's planning on decamping to India in a couple of years, he doesn't care about long-term stuff.

Of course no offer was made to me. I would be hurt but I realize I just don't care about Big Finance or its business.

However, I do care about getting another gig lined up right quick.

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I'm worried about Taylor

She and Dylan are going to the vet in a couple of hours. Dylan has a drippy eye. Taylor is just not herself. She doesn't come out for breakfast. And last night, worst and scariest of all, she didn't come to bed with me. Dylan will be fine, I know. But I am worried about little monkey face.

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Be careful of the auto correct for messages on your phone

I'm still learning the finer points of my not-so-new phone. For example: the auto correct feature when sending messages. Be careful.

I was at a Speechifiers meeting this week when I got a call from someone. A mysterious someone I wanted to talk to.

During break, I went into the hall and tried to compose a message. It was supposed to read:

Sorry I missed your call. I'm at a Speechifiers meeting and will call you later.

This is how it turned out:

I'm at seducing you later.

Suddenly, I went from my usual pink to white. I don't normally check my messages before I send them. Thank God I checked this one, because this is not the message I wanted to send.

Yet.

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Still, a nostalgic moment for Anon Boy

Just before the Speechifiers meeting, I was sitting in the parking lot of a county government building, where the meetings are held. I heard a fire engine coming down the street, followed in short order by what Anon Boy would have called "The Chief's Buggy". Then the po-po. They all went around the corner. Within minutes, not only were they all back at the corner where I was sitting, they were joined by a ladder truck, a rescue unit, and more po-po.

Then they started backing up behind my car. Oh, crap.

Then they all went into the Speechifiers building.

Oy.

And what's so funny about this? This is the building where the county Emergency Management Services is.

Soon, beefy white guys and short, stringy black guys emerged from the building. The fire fighters walked toward the building and I noticed they were all big beefy white guys. A couple of them went into the building.

What the - ?

And then they all came out, looking baffled.

I asked one of them if I could go in and was given the dreaded "Ma'am" in reply. Shudder.

I was a bit nostalgic because once upon a time, I would have given Anon Boy a play by play of this, a miniature version of what he would have called a "y'all come".

I went into the building and Speechified on.

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Cousin Karen's coming!

She should be here this evening. I have a busy but not frenetic weekend planned for us. A concert. A mini-spa day. A trip to Little India. Nice. Nice for both of us.

She leaves Sunday, which gives me Monday to myself. Ah!