Tuesday, June 26, 2007
People come and go so quickly here! A few weeks ago I went back to work. Same boss, same job, different school. I love my Cult Leader. This is the third place we've worked together. She told me a couple of weeks ago that she was looking, and she told me last week that she had found. The 85% of me that is Nice Carol is thrilled for her. The other 15%? Not so thrilled. That is the selfish, curmudgeonly Carol who wants everything she wants and doesn't want change unless it is change that SHE wants.
So my Susy is leaving me again. And you wouldn't BELIEVE where she's going. To work on the capital campaign of a certain local emergency medical helicopter service. IRONY upon IRONY.
And remember I mentioned that issue I have with change? The day Susy told me I took a break and went for a short drive. I wanted to call Mel and cry to her that my Cult Leader was leaving me A G A I N. So I cried, Mel commiserated, and I cried some more. Then I went back to school and went to the restroom to wash my face with cold water. I may have a nasty 15% but Susy is 100% not nasty and I didn't want her to be upset because I was upset.
So I'm leaning over the sink, splashing cold water on my face, and I hear this "THUNK". I think "I wonder what that was?" Then I realize the thunk was in the sink where my hands were. I quickly put my glasses on and saw....my cell phone in the sink. I tried. I really tried to save its life. It took about 30 minutes for it to beep its last beep. It was a sad, slow death. At first the screen would come up. Then it would turn itself off. Then I would turn it on and the address book would open. But it wouldn't scroll. You get the idea.
I left and, in a frantic manner, drove to the nearest T-Mobile store. I went in, holding the phone in my upturned palms the way a six year old carries a dead bird into the house, hoping it can be brought back to life. HA! So now I have a new phone. It doesn't have the ring tone I like. I'm having to adjust. It doesn't have the big outside screen that I've gotten used to. I have to adjust.
My Susy is leaving me in two weeks. I have to adjust. BUT I DO NOT HAVE TO BE HAPPY ABOUT ANY OF IT. Now. Give me some chocolate.
So my Susy is leaving me again. And you wouldn't BELIEVE where she's going. To work on the capital campaign of a certain local emergency medical helicopter service. IRONY upon IRONY.
And remember I mentioned that issue I have with change? The day Susy told me I took a break and went for a short drive. I wanted to call Mel and cry to her that my Cult Leader was leaving me A G A I N. So I cried, Mel commiserated, and I cried some more. Then I went back to school and went to the restroom to wash my face with cold water. I may have a nasty 15% but Susy is 100% not nasty and I didn't want her to be upset because I was upset.
So I'm leaning over the sink, splashing cold water on my face, and I hear this "THUNK". I think "I wonder what that was?" Then I realize the thunk was in the sink where my hands were. I quickly put my glasses on and saw....my cell phone in the sink. I tried. I really tried to save its life. It took about 30 minutes for it to beep its last beep. It was a sad, slow death. At first the screen would come up. Then it would turn itself off. Then I would turn it on and the address book would open. But it wouldn't scroll. You get the idea.
I left and, in a frantic manner, drove to the nearest T-Mobile store. I went in, holding the phone in my upturned palms the way a six year old carries a dead bird into the house, hoping it can be brought back to life. HA! So now I have a new phone. It doesn't have the ring tone I like. I'm having to adjust. It doesn't have the big outside screen that I've gotten used to. I have to adjust.
My Susy is leaving me in two weeks. I have to adjust. BUT I DO NOT HAVE TO BE HAPPY ABOUT ANY OF IT. Now. Give me some chocolate.
Labels: cult, personal urban drama
# posted by Carol : 10:51 PM
