Friday, Aug. 05, 2005
Darn... I must've paid off all my excess bad-karma backlog at once. Not only are my kids all living independently, my job situation has resolved into something I actually like, and I'm involved with a remarkable man who amazes me almost daily (in the best possible way,) and now 00 is filling out an admissions application for college!! My boys have gotten their lives together - my next concern was my girls. I am thrilled to know that my daughters are finally getting the bigger picture, or at least one of them is.
I now have another tie to wrap around my shoulders for a few more days. T traded out the first one he left. That was what struck me when I walked through the door night before last - it was incongruous with an intent to dump me for his tie to be left behind in an auspicious place. He left it there because he knew about my sitting here wearing it over my shoulders so I can smell the traces of his cologne. There was no way it was left behind as an accident this time.
To prevent my old pessimism from creeping back in and telling me everything is a little TOO good, though, I got another email from my former boss, bugging me about the artwork he expects me to donate out of the goodness of heart.
The man just doesn't seem to grasp that I don't work for him any more. I sit here shaking my head, wondering if it's possible to sell him a clue at an inflated price, based on his gullibility and lack of common sense. It would almost be worth the effort just to do the artwork and send him my bill afterward, except for my utter lack of time and my irritation with the whole situation.
I cannot believe that on top of everything else, he's got the gall to hound me about it - he wants this stuff right now, thank you very much. I've got a good mind to tell him what he can "stuff" and where...
He's trying to play the sympathy card, using a very heavy hand. Well sorry, but that doesn't fly with me, not any more. I emailed back and told him point-blank I am not doing it, period. I don't even want to do it for pay because that will still lock me into working with him. I am working to change my life - getting caught up in that morass again is the very last thing I need. Not to mention that his previous email was his truly squick-worthy attempt to hit on me, as he apparently decided if nothing else worked, he'd try sexual harassment.
All together now:
In all the years I worked for the man he'd never tried pulling crap like that on me but apparently he's 1) desperate, 2) senile and 3) stupid. I know, number 3 is a given, but there ya go.
Crap... I just got an email from a friend about a NYC traffic reporter that was in freak accident in Jersey. I gotta follow up to be sure it didn't involve Dangerspouse. There's something about a pet corgi, too...
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )