I wouldn't even be here right now -

But I had to get the current standings on the checking account - soon, I'll pay bills.

I'm damn lucky to be doing that today, and I know it.

*shakes head* Ghad, someone called me asking for help with a dying spouse yesterday and I think I totally screwed the pooch with my exuberance. Self - you did some really whack - and I mean WHACK things because you have the ability to think outside the box - it saved your ass, mind, but keep it tucked away that they were WHACK and not everyone will appreciate it.

(Ghad, yes I did take out the burial insurance for Cliff, knowing I wouldn't pay more than six months of premiums - I had a really good agent who assured me that people had gotten their policies with less than 30 days of life expectancy on the insured. NOW - Cliff lived longer than that (he was really good at faking me out - yes, even me), so I couldn't keep it up (for the record, that's DAMN expensive insurance, but you can get it when you can't get anything else and it's thousands towards covering shit. Kid you not - ) but it did pay for his obituary in the Los Angeles Times. Yes, his wife loved him and wanted there to be a searchable string should anyone do a search for him. A BIG string.)

Met up with a ex-coworker yesterday - a real mixed bag. Love him dearly, but I don't think he knew what kind of trouble I was having - if I had only talked to grand-boss, everything would have been different...riiiight. I did talk to grand-boss...three times. I got told I was mental and that was all the help I got.

For the future, I won't assume what I did with the old gig - and if I think I'm getting screwed, I'll get a second opinion. And not try to 'make it work' instead.

And I'm looking forward to having a long-term friendship with this old coworker. He's good people.

They're still advertising for my position - the title I couldn't get changed from administrator to specialist is now a senior technical support analyst position. I hope they find someone. They've had two months and are working with a contractor in the meantime.

I actually feared getting sued over trying to sink the company intentionally by leaving abruptly as I had. Yes, I did. That's how terrified I was.

New gig? Settling in nicely and my mind is thinking of the things I need to do tomorrow when I get in - and I'm still pinching myself when I realize I have a job and the boss has been very clear about me 'not going anywhere.'

OH. Wouldn't be an LJ post without some politics - here's another good journal read - slit - please go take a look.

Unless you want to read tons of word count on Being Late To The Party (and go ahead - be late when I REALLY need you - your stock will be in free-fall, darlings) - it's not a good time to ask me to rally against Prop 8. YOU'RE LATE. Keep singing to the choir, kiddos. Have a blast.

I got some wooing of the people who voted for it to do. And some educating to do. I still think it has some legal challenges to hurdle to actually get into the Constitution.

IT'S NOT OVER.

But when you want to march in Temecula, Murrietta or San Diego - call me. I could probably make those.

Shit. I need to get to Marukai tonight. Sales are ending tonight that I need to get some stuff on - crap.

I wouldn't even be here right now -

But I had to get the current standings on the checking account - soon, I'll pay bills.

I'm damn lucky to be doing that today, and I know it.

*shakes head* Ghad, someone called me asking for help with a dying spouse yesterday and I think I totally screwed the pooch with my exuberance. Self - you did some really whack - and I mean WHACK things because you have the ability to think outside the box - it saved your ass, mind, but keep it tucked away that they were WHACK and not everyone will appreciate it.

(Ghad, yes I did take out the burial insurance for Cliff, knowing I wouldn't pay more than six months of premiums - I had a really good agent who assured me that people had gotten their policies with less than 30 days of life expectancy on the insured. NOW - Cliff lived longer than that (he was really good at faking me out - yes, even me), so I couldn't keep it up (for the record, that's DAMN expensive insurance, but you can get it when you can't get anything else and it's thousands towards covering shit. Kid you not - ) but it did pay for his obituary in the Los Angeles Times. Yes, his wife loved him and wanted there to be a searchable string should anyone do a search for him. A BIG string.)

Met up with a ex-coworker yesterday - a real mixed bag. Love him dearly, but I don't think he knew what kind of trouble I was having - if I had only talked to grand-boss, everything would have been different...riiiight. I did talk to grand-boss...three times. I got told I was mental and that was all the help I got.

For the future, I won't assume what I did with the old gig - and if I think I'm getting screwed, I'll get a second opinion. And not try to 'make it work' instead.

And I'm looking forward to having a long-term friendship with this old coworker. He's good people.

They're still advertising for my position - the title I couldn't get changed from administrator to specialist is now a senior technical support analyst position. I hope they find someone. They've had two months and are working with a contractor in the meantime.

I actually feared getting sued over trying to sink the company intentionally by leaving abruptly as I had. Yes, I did. That's how terrified I was.

New gig? Settling in nicely and my mind is thinking of the things I need to do tomorrow when I get in - and I'm still pinching myself when I realize I have a job and the boss has been very clear about me 'not going anywhere.'

OH. Wouldn't be an LJ post without some politics - here's another good journal read - slit - please go take a look.

Unless you want to read tons of word count on Being Late To The Party (and go ahead - be late when I REALLY need you - your stock will be in free-fall, darlings) - it's not a good time to ask me to rally against Prop 8. YOU'RE LATE. Keep singing to the choir, kiddos. Have a blast.

I got some wooing of the people who voted for it to do. And some educating to do. I still think it has some legal challenges to hurdle to actually get into the Constitution.

IT'S NOT OVER.

But when you want to march in Temecula, Murrietta or San Diego - call me. I could probably make those.

Shit. I need to get to Marukai tonight. Sales are ending tonight that I need to get some stuff on - crap.

I wouldn't even be here right now -

But I had to get the current standings on the checking account - soon, I'll pay bills.

I'm damn lucky to be doing that today, and I know it.

*shakes head* Ghad, someone called me asking for help with a dying spouse yesterday and I think I totally screwed the pooch with my exuberance. Self - you did some really whack - and I mean WHACK things because you have the ability to think outside the box - it saved your ass, mind, but keep it tucked away that they were WHACK and not everyone will appreciate it.

(Ghad, yes I did take out the burial insurance for Cliff, knowing I wouldn't pay more than six months of premiums - I had a really good agent who assured me that people had gotten their policies with less than 30 days of life expectancy on the insured. NOW - Cliff lived longer than that (he was really good at faking me out - yes, even me), so I couldn't keep it up (for the record, that's DAMN expensive insurance, but you can get it when you can't get anything else and it's thousands towards covering shit. Kid you not - ) but it did pay for his obituary in the Los Angeles Times. Yes, his wife loved him and wanted there to be a searchable string should anyone do a search for him. A BIG string.)

Met up with a ex-coworker yesterday - a real mixed bag. Love him dearly, but I don't think he knew what kind of trouble I was having - if I had only talked to grand-boss, everything would have been different...riiiight. I did talk to grand-boss...three times. I got told I was mental and that was all the help I got.

For the future, I won't assume what I did with the old gig - and if I think I'm getting screwed, I'll get a second opinion. And not try to 'make it work' instead.

And I'm looking forward to having a long-term friendship with this old coworker. He's good people.

They're still advertising for my position - the title I couldn't get changed from administrator to specialist is now a senior technical support analyst position. I hope they find someone. They've had two months and are working with a contractor in the meantime.

I actually feared getting sued over trying to sink the company intentionally by leaving abruptly as I had. Yes, I did. That's how terrified I was.

New gig? Settling in nicely and my mind is thinking of the things I need to do tomorrow when I get in - and I'm still pinching myself when I realize I have a job and the boss has been very clear about me 'not going anywhere.'

OH. Wouldn't be an LJ post without some politics - here's another good journal read - slit - please go take a look.

Unless you want to read tons of word count on Being Late To The Party (and go ahead - be late when I REALLY need you - your stock will be in free-fall, darlings) - it's not a good time to ask me to rally against Prop 8. YOU'RE LATE. Keep singing to the choir, kiddos. Have a blast.

I got some wooing of the people who voted for it to do. And some educating to do. I still think it has some legal challenges to hurdle to actually get into the Constitution.

IT'S NOT OVER.

But when you want to march in Temecula, Murrietta or San Diego - call me. I could probably make those.

Shit. I need to get to Marukai tonight. Sales are ending tonight that I need to get some stuff on - crap.