The bad news is that my job let me go last week. They didn't think I was a fit for them and didn't see me having a future there.
The good news is that three hours before I was told that I got a different job I interviewed for the previous week.
The better news is that it would be a couple of weeks before I had to start (possibly three depending on how long it takes to mail me a laptop and equipment), coinciding with a roadtrip I had been planning for months. So it looks like, barring weirdness, a 3-day may be turning into a 4- or even 5-day.
The best news is that...well, a number of years ago, I mentioned I was seeing an accountant. I don't know if I mentioned it, but basically it ended and I never recovered entirely. I physically hurt for a year and a half. The sight of her picture gave me palpitations. Would you believe I started geocaching to get over her? And through it all, there hasn't been a day in 4+ years that I haven't thought of her. Well, we've been doing things together off and on for the last few months. The Thing was still there between us. And a week ago I finally told her that there hasn't been a day in four years that I haven't thought about her. So Accountant Girl and I are officially going out again. I'd forgotten what it's like to have a smile on my face at all, much less as a default position. I didn't remember what my smiling face even looked like. Now I know again.
This has been one hell of a week, folks. I know the other shoe will drop sometime, but I'm going to enjoy this as long as I am able. It just feels really nice to be happy again. Or some kind of crap like that.
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