When The Smoke Clears

So there I was, riding along in Patricia's automobile. We'd made it to the Dirty Jerz, about 40 minutes from her parents' house. Colin was asleep in the back seat - he'd been that way for the majority of the trip from DC. Patricia had just exited off of I-95 (which turned out to be a very fortunate thing, as I might not be sitting here typing up this hilarious story if she'd still been cruising along at 65 mph). All of a sudden, arms started flailing in the back seat. Curse words were thrown out. Colin had jolted awake, it appeared, but for what reason, I had no idea. I started to fear the worse - he's got epilepsy too. I've given my brother epilepsy! Oh the shame! But wait! There was something furry flying through the air, too. It landed in Patricia's purse on the floor. Colin clasped the top of the purse closed. Patricia's hampster, Knackers, had managed to escape from his cage while sitting in the seat next to Colin. Instead of going for the tasty pretzels on the floor, he went for the climbing post that was Colin's neck and head. What a way to be awoken from your nap, huh? Luckily, Colin got Knackers to me and Patricia and I got him back into his cage. I breathed easy knowing that Colin doesn't have epilepsy, and Knackers hung tight in his cage where he belonged.

Well, I realized sitting here catching up on other people's blogs that I hadn't updated mine in several days. So while I wait patiently on my boss to arrive, I'll click away at the keyboard and give my devoted readers something to do tomorrow morning (as I'm sure you are all beyond the point of blog surfing to pass the time by now and are getting ready to go home for the day). Yes, my boss is in town, but no, I still don't have a job assignment. And no, I still don't have the cajones to stand up when he walks through the door and demand that he give me something to do. Mainly, I'm a little scared that if I do something that bold, he'll realize just how little I really have to do around here (he's pretty clueless to that fact, believe it or not, as he works in San Diego), and with the budget constraints we have right now, he'll put me on unpaid leave like some other people have had to go on until they find a contract for me to work on. That would be very, very bad as I can barely pay the bills right now as it is. So, I'm keeping my mouth shut and leaving well enough alone. My supervisor knows I hate it, and that's good enough for me.

On a happy note, though, I have one job interview next Tuesday, and possibly another one in the works. I owe both of these opportunities to Becca's dad. He got me the job I have now, though we're not holding that against him. :) I told him that if one of these other jobs works out, I'm going to have to name my first born after him or something. Let's just hope I don't have a girl, though I can always say I named her after Stevie Nicks. I've always loved the song "Landslide". So, enough space berries.... back to the job interviews. I have one Tuesday afternoon at 3:00, so all thoughts and prayers with me, please. It sounds like a really interesting opportunity. Hell.... it'll include actual work, which is an interesting opportunity in and of itself at this point in time. And the other job, well, I applied online for it today. It's for the same company - Becca's dad's company, and I'd actually be working for him. So we'll see how it all turns out.