Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2004
I Hear Voices
Yeesh. Some days.
The first part of the week is nearly always my frantic time. It isn't unusual for me to have back-to-back meetings from 9AM (or earlier) until 8 or 9PM. Then I go home and type up and record the news for the following day and send it to the server at work. When I'm between meetings, as I was this afternoon, I end up juggling as many as three simultaneous phone calls. Sometimes they're related, sometimes they're not.
Today was the phone-call day, though I had a meeting this morning and have one this evening. The minute I got back to the office from the morning meeting - which was approximately noon - I started making phone calls, in between getting phone calls. I ended up taking one call that was a man's voice who said, "I got your message. So are you going to the meeting tonight?"
I said I planned to - all the while having no clue who I was talking to. He kept talking and never said who he was. I guess it should've sunk in who it was by that fact alone. Everyone else who phones me says, "Hi, this is Yahoo Smiley from the Department of Anal Retentive Idiots." But nooo... I don't know what it was that finally got through my thick skull that I was talking to Tall Guy. Maybe it was the reference to calling in his rain check that jogged my memory.
Tall Guy knows my voice when I call him, even though I generally do tell him (provided I get the opportunity before he says something to tell me he knows.) This afternoon, I felt my face go red and was glad it was on the phone where he couldn't see. You'd think I'd know this man's voice, all things considered. He obviously expects me to know it!
We rescheduled maintenance for Thursday, which is fine with me. I'd rather move it back to Thursday or Friday every week, but Boss insists it should be Tuesday, which is a royal pain in the butt. However, it's getting to the point that other things are dictating when it gets done. When Tall Guy starts his new job, he will have to work around that if he is able to keep up the computer business at all.
Today I'm wearing that little black dress I bought, and would almost kill to be able to buy the same dress in a half-dozen colors. This is officially the most comfortable thing in my closet, and I've been getting compliments all day. That's one heck of a combination! I even wore makeup for a change, now that I finally found something that doesn't make me break out in hives. I didn't do anything too fussy, no scarves and only my birthstone necklace (which is very delicate.) I was decidedly unhappy because I couldn't find my pins. I don't wear a lot of jewelry, but I have a favorite piece, a gold pin shaped like an artist's palette, with colored stones to represent the paint.
I hope to be back with more tonight but it's kind of tough to say for sure. I'm not sure how long this meeting will last nor how long it will take me to produce the story for tomorrow's newscast.
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 - )