Live a Little, even if there's a Tear!

"I had grown accustomed to my father's abandonment..." Pg 151

I'm wiping away the tears on my lunch break...

Just in time to be interrupted by a Minion asking me a question to which they had already pre-determined the correct answer. My job, therefore, was to find the Correct Answer with "hot" and "warm" and "getting colder" responses until I arrived at where the Minion was directing me and then announced it as Policy as if the Correct Answer was my own.

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I'm not always a good Gru, but I try.

Just add boots,  and this is me today!!   :-D

I suppose the tears are a good indication that the answer to yesterday's question - When I was offered the position of one of the most respected people I've ever known in the work force, I:

C) Burst into tears

Carpe Dium, smell the roses, live each moment to the fullest, that's my policy. If it involves some extra emotion at really awkward times?  Well... then... *cough* you have more stories to share, right? Or more secrets. 

In my defense... In that moment I realized I would be gone from home 40 hrs/wk - 50 counting travel time. OMG. I also could not believe I had asked for so little per hour. *sputter*  You know you have asked too little when they don't even negotiate. I would've felt better if they'd've haggled a minute. Still. I couldn't believe I would be making that much money, either. Plus.. I could not believe they would hire me. I mean, I've been a stay-at-home... uh... self-employed person for some years. About eight. I'm still not sure why they hired me, but that was smart of them. Lol. 

It is always wise to remember that 

"Pride comes before a fall", yes?

Which brings me of my Most Humiliating Day. I had been working three weeks successfully and was thick in the middle of that honeymoon season of "I can do no wrong!"  It felt like everyone thought I was amazing and the rosiness was threatening to blind me with Awesome.  That morning I noted in my journal, "I hope it is not all too good to be true!" 

I must've felt a storm brewing behind the wind of my glory. I could never have predicted the size of my humiliation. So here's another multiple choice question for you.

Did I:

A)  Forget to wear clothes like the Emperor?B)  Plan a party for 400 people on the wrong date?C)  "Reply All" with confidential information for my boss regarding one of the recipients?

*shudder*  If you guess the right answer on this one, my humiliation will be complete.  

Or will it?!   Muahahaha... Oh, there's more. There is definitely more!

First, a moment of "oh no!"  from pg 151 of Edenbook:

"I closed the door and crossed the room to look out the window, fighting to keep from my heart the truth that had been thrust upon me. I may as well have been trying to blot out the sun. There was no escape from being unwanted. And that was the truth that struck me the most deeply. Nobody wanted me - not my father or my grandmother or the Wyndhams. Not Louisa. Maybe not even Cecily. And certainly not Philip... 

I felt like I did the fist time I had been thrown from a horse, with the reins yanked from my hands and the ground rushing up at me. Then, as now, there was nothing I could do to prevent the pain that was coming."

Oh... how well I know the feeling. That moment of... here it comes! and nothing to break the fall.

Tinkerbell is dying, Clap! You must Clap!! Or... The Beginning.

That is the most pathetic title, but Colorimetry is barely limping along, you must have noticed.  And since I want to blog again, only differently, and since I wear leggings to work sometimes, I think it's ok to be Tink and talk about Neverland. Or whatever.

Yea, feedback could help here.

*crickets*

Or not.

To begin this stage of my blogging life, I must Go Back To The Beginning.

My NEW story started when, well... there was a need to find a Real Job. (Skipping very boring details.) My dream job was hiring and I ended up interviewing blah-blah-blah at least four times blah-blah-blah because they are that picky about someone taking over for someone going on maternity leave (yes, I don't have a real job. You can start rejoicing now.)  (It's a relief to me, too, believe me.)

When I was offered the position of one of the most respected people I've ever known in the work force... (not the new mommy, but her predecessor) did I:

A) Dance a jig in the conference room?
B) Paste a smile on my face and nod 'til someone got me a drink of water?
C) Burst into tears?

I'm not going to answer that today. You'll have to come back tomorrow to see. Providing I remember to post.

*wicked grin*

You can vote in the comments.

Talking about a Real Job is boring, even when it's as awesome as mine is. It's boring me, already. I can't imagine what you're tipping onto as you drowse off. (Why are you still reading this if you're falling asleep? That's weird.)

So I'm going to turn it into a story. Tinkerbell works great. I dressed up like Tink once for Halloween when I was too old to go trick-or-treating and I like the look of leggings and boots. I can get away with wearing leggings and boots for work. They're actually in style. I avoid bright green and I don't bring glitter, so no one knows that I'm Tinkerbell in disguise. *nods sagely*  Works great.

Wait, what?  Tinkerbell doesn't wear any leggings?!

Great scott!  I am not going anywhere with that much skin hanging out!!  That would scare the other passengers on my commute!  I must've been Peter Pan!  Whoa.

I know... I can be a pirate!!

This is me going to work:

:-D

Speaking of my commute...

I'm reading Edenbrook and I literally laughed outloud in public. *snort*  Which, as you can imagine, only cracked me up more. Try not laughing when you're laughing about laughing!  Oh my... I was wiping tears and shaking uncontrollably. It was totally embarrassing. But not as bad as the girl in this story. I am enjoying it so much, I can't wait 'til tomorrow's commute!  45 mins of un-interupted reading at 7:15am for me!

How could I not laugh?  Fine lady being assisted by a complete gentleman:

"Hardly knowing what I was doing, I began to hit the table with one hand as I sang in a low voice, "Big cows" - thump - "lumps of meat" - thump. His eyes widened. "Give me milk" - thump - "warm and sweet" - thump.

I stopped abruptly, pressing my lips together as I realized what I had just sung. The ridiculousness of it struck me forcibly, and I knew I could not go on without laughing. We stared at each other, locked in a stalemate, his eyes brimming with laughter, his lips trembling. My chin quivered. Against my well, a sound burst from me. It was a very unladylike snort.

He threw his head back and broke into a roar of laughter..."  Page 32

I'll share more of my reading since it's rather slow going. I smell the roses, so you can catch up to me quick, if you want to read, too. I'm on page 105.