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a teachable moment
Jul. 9th, 2004 09:56 am
I got the chance to talk to my mother yesterday--briefly--about Geeze. She expressed some ambivalence and asked me what I'd do in that situation. I told her I didn't know, we'd just have to wait and see how the tests went.
(sigh) This would be a very good opportunity to talk to her. But I'm just not sure I have time this week. Or next week. Of course, I'll probably be saying that for another five years if I don't watch out.
Went out last night to EL's goodbye party, and had ourselves a grand old time. I'll miss that girl a lot when she leaves. I know she's in town but it's different when we don't have a reason to see each other--instead of just dropping by her cube on my way somewhere else, I have to call or write and make an appointment to spend time. It just opens up a whole world of insecurity. I tend to get in touch either too often or not at all. Erg.
Also, it was another chance to get rip-roaring drunk with my colleagues, which always seems like a good idea at the time and always leaves me with regrets the next day. Regret 1: discussing a very very funny work story that probably should have stayed inside the department. Regret 2: Leaving my pager at the bar and being without it all morning. Damn*.
*A list of two isn't really that bad, however; I did manage to restrain myself (this time) from Regret 3, which is lecturing my CEO about his professional conduct. I call that an improvement.
Now there's a big day of preparing for my hiatus, meeting with flower girls, retrieving the pager, and getting back to work before they lock the doors early for summer hours. Ta ta.
(sigh) This would be a very good opportunity to talk to her. But I'm just not sure I have time this week. Or next week. Of course, I'll probably be saying that for another five years if I don't watch out.
Went out last night to EL's goodbye party, and had ourselves a grand old time. I'll miss that girl a lot when she leaves. I know she's in town but it's different when we don't have a reason to see each other--instead of just dropping by her cube on my way somewhere else, I have to call or write and make an appointment to spend time. It just opens up a whole world of insecurity. I tend to get in touch either too often or not at all. Erg.
Also, it was another chance to get rip-roaring drunk with my colleagues, which always seems like a good idea at the time and always leaves me with regrets the next day. Regret 1: discussing a very very funny work story that probably should have stayed inside the department. Regret 2: Leaving my pager at the bar and being without it all morning. Damn*.
*A list of two isn't really that bad, however; I did manage to restrain myself (this time) from Regret 3, which is lecturing my CEO about his professional conduct. I call that an improvement.
Now there's a big day of preparing for my hiatus, meeting with flower girls, retrieving the pager, and getting back to work before they lock the doors early for summer hours. Ta ta.
