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Lawzy, where do I start about my afternoon of
I was a few minutes late to work. No big deal, really. The morning seemed fine. In fact, I received word that a temp I had requested would probably be able to show up today. Hey, a week to train. Bonus!
I packed away some personal items and took them down to my car. Then the temp arrived. And that’s when my afternoon
went to shit got interesting.
My temp had been in my office for an hour when I got called into one of my acting supervisor’s offices. The funding for that position got yanked. Yes, yanked. So? They asked me to break the news and send the temp home. Sigh.
And I did it. I apologized profusely for the error. She’ll get paid. Then I had to call temp services and grovel. More enjoyment.
Normally, I’d freak out because I hate
being a bitch confrontation. But I just did it and was fine with it. It wasn’t my mistake, so I really had no concerns about letting someone down. It was a small victory for me, even if it was a bit unpleasant.
A couple hours later, J called. “I just called to let you know we have no garage door right now.” Huh?
A neighbor’s car jumped into gear while he was working on it. Because our parking spaces are on a hill, it rolled into our garage. Through the door. Fortunately, our neighbor’s car wasn’t there (it’s his only mode of transportation and it would really put him out to get it fixed). However, it did hit our car. But it was the car that we don’t drive. In fact, we were preparing to donate it to charity. I don’t think they’ll take it now. My bike is broken in half and J’s bike back tire is tweaked, as is the back brake.
No one was in the garage at the time, so there were no injuries. It could have been much, much worse.
Again, normally I’d be upset, worried about how we’re going to deal with things. But instead, I came home early, waited for the guy from the garage door company to arrive, and talked things over with him. They thought the door was salvagable (it wasn’t – whomever removed the car took the entire door off). They boarded it up instead, to keep our things secure.
The family that owns the runaway car were pretty upset and worried about our reaction. We told them that once we have access again we’ll see what the damages are.
I wasn’t pissed off. I wasn’t worried. I just dealt with it. In fact, I was halfway laughing and shaking my head as I told my boss why I was leaving work. Life is just funny sometimes. And it’s a relief, actually, to just deal and move on.
And even chuckle about it.
I have exactly one week until I start a new job. I’m with the same ‘company’ – just a different division. But it’s definitely a promotion. Yay! Due to some previous ‘ex’ problems that I talked about before (those of you that have read for a while know what I’m talking about), though, the salary won’t really seem bigger until next year. But that’s okay. I can be patient on that part.
I gave notice on the 2nd and I swear the last two weeks have just dragged on & on.
I’m excited. Hell, they’re very excited to have me. Yesterday I went to a meeting for the new division. I met several new people that I’ll be working with. I heard a lot of “Oh, so you’re Becky! We’re looking forward to your arrival!” Oooh, talk about living up to expectations. Yikes! Hee.