Who's zooming who?
I’m one of those people who doesn’t like suspense. I want to know whodunit, did they live happily ever after and that Rosebud was the f***ing sled. I was pissed off by the ending of The Bicycle Thief because it was so… uncertain. And depressing. I read the last page first sometimes.
So, it’s 3:25 on Wednesday, and I am wired for sound because within 2 hours, I weigh in, and have no idea how that will end up, but spent the wee sma’s dreaming that I gained 1.4 pounds. Aaaaand, I find out what kind of raise I get for the year. As you have probably long forgotten, I went to my boss (now, ex-boss) and told him I wanted a market adjustment on my salary. I provided research. And since then because I haven't forgotten, I’ve been patiently, and maybe too patiently, waiting. And if I don’t get a bump, I’m very possibly going to lose my shit. Publicly. I mean, heads will turn at the sound of my blood-curdling scream.
And the thing is, I’m pretty sure I should prepare to be disappointed.
But I’ll make damn sure he knows it’s NOT ok. Because, it's not.
Now, in other, and better news – a happier ending. Dad is home from the hospital – discharged yesterday. Apparently, they got his meds regulated and said adios. So who knows? I feel like this is just going to start happening more often. And I can’t sneak ahead to the last page to see how it turns out.
But this makes my hands and feet turn to blocks of ice, and I feel like I’ve got a ninja star stuck in my throat.
So, you know. I’ll let you know.
Wish me luck. I need some.