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It's been super busy at work, and I've been sleeping irregularly (read:
badly). Yesterday we had a going away party for Fal and Marsha, two of
the sweetest, most reliable people we had working for us here. I took an
hour in the morning and composed a farewell poem for them, which went over
very well. Judith is talking about finding an outlet for my "fun writing"
as she calls it. I admit, I use a lot of humor and creativity in my
writing at work - I send a lot of company emails, and since my goal is to
have them read by most people, I make each one unique and interesting. It
works; I have a reputation for "giving good email" and those who
telecommute have commented that my emails make it feel almost like being
there. For example: Hey gang, Judith is back from her shopping expedition for the party this afternoon, and she's brought back goodies for us to enjoy BEFORE the actual party this afternoon. "I'm sorry...I couldn't resist" she said, brushing back amber curls. SO, if you like cheese board yummies, come down to 312 and have a snack! - Heather Hmmm, it may be that you have to know Judith to "get" that sense of her. Anyway. Christa, the other receptionist, is moving up to sales, which means I am learning all sorts of new stuff. I love it; it's much easier to BE busy than to LOOK busy. It's not creative, however. I don't know what kind of creative outlets there will be for me as I move up in this company - but it's better for my career to learn this other, duller stuff. I like learning new things; I just have to be sure to keep on learning, 'cause once I have something DOWN it quickly becomes tedious and dull. David's back. I picked him up from the airport last night. I made the mistake of driving his car, which is a stick, through stop-and-go rush hour traffic, so today my left hip joint is very sore. I was terribly tired and just plain beat from my day, so it wasn't too exciting an evening. I do think I have a second name for Fifi Danger!: low blood-sugar. There's nothing worse than two people who haven't eaten in hours and hours. Especially when they are or used to be a couple. Food can prevent fights, I swear. No, David and I didn't fight; I was speaking hypothetically. I may write more later, or I may not. Have a wonderful day, y'all. | ||
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