bookofmirrors | Sep. 22nd, 2004

Things seem to be looking up in general. I was in tears yesterday, just awed and grateful over the whole thing.

blckwngdorcl says that he believes the Universe is starting to give us what's always been ours, and held in reserve for us when we were finally in the right state of mind to accept it. That sounds pretty right to me.

I'm currently pleased with our money situation. Granted, part of that pleasure is based on some promises and hopes, but they seem pretty sure things. And I'm not spending it yet, so it's OK. Silly little things like getting a call from a place I thought I wasn't going to be able to work at, which was my first choice back when I was looking at it. In fact, this will be a short entry, because I need to go shower and go to an interview. I'm pretty sure the interview is just a formality, though, since she's already made me an offer. In fact, she asked what I wanted to make, salary-wise, and I told her I made $18.75 an hour now, but that when I had spoken to the first person I did an interview with, she had indicated that it might be less than that. "Oh, no," she replies blithely. "We can do 19."

*blink blink*

I'm so not protesting this. Plus, it's full time. No benefits right now, 'cause of the company being new-ish, but

blckwngdorcl is providing those through his job, so I'm not worried about that.

In the bad-news-that-turns-out-to-be-kinda-good category, my client went to the ER last night. After staying there for SEVERAL hours, they admitted him, which means I don't go to work tonight, and likely not tomorrow, either. Laundry time! I think he'll be OK - just needs some better drugs. When I called this morning to check on him, the DON (Director of Nursing) thanked me for having the judgement to send him to ER to begin with. That kinda took me by surprise. The nurse that went in at noon said he needed to go to the ER, too, but he refused, so I didn't really take credit for sending him. By the time I got there, he wasn't really in a position to refuse, and I wouldn't have let him, anyway. Maybe that's what she was talking about - making him go whether he wanted to or not. Anyway, he's there now, which is all that matters.

I had a dream about Fig last night. I remember very little of it, other than I was in a diner of some sort, and saw him walk in with Jessica. I hid my face in the menu for a while, but somehow, he and I ended up outside, sitting on the curb, talking, just the two of us. I don't remember what was said, but it was very realistic, very positive. Kinda, yeah, we had some times, and yeah, things have changed, but, as they say, we'll always have Paris, and really, I'm not that upset about it anymore. Regrets? Maybe a few, but hard to get on in life without some, y'know? No hard feelings, and have a nice life.

This is encouraging.

Oh, and because I'm sneaky, I found out where my car lives nowadays. I'm going to stalk the new owner. Heh heh heh. Read as, I'm going to tell him how much I miss the car, drop not-so-subtle hints about selling it back to me, and if that doesn't work, I'll give him my copies of all the service records on the car for his records.

Moving forward is a good thing.