I’m Down With the Down Time in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Good Saturday morning. I’m scrubbed, showered, and café-au-laid. Next, I’m off to do the digits (new nail polish from the Target), the hairs, and wander around the farmer’s market before the clouds roll in this afternoon. When they do, I’ll be back here to put away the laundry, scrub the bathroom floor (haven’t had the cleaning service in the temporary place), and start packing for my Thanksgiving vacay!

I couldn’t be more excited to be on vacation AGAIN! It seems like I just had one. I don’t know if it’s a good thing to let all your days accumulate like this, but I feel like I haven’t really been working much at all. And to ice this delicious holiday treat, I found out yesterday that the big-ass project that I normally do this time of year has been put on hiatus! Yes, I have a lot of other things to put to bed before the sales meeting (2nd wk. of Dec.), but I can be worry-free during my vacation, and that simply ROCKS my ASS!

Okay…enough with the good news, here’s the bad: Stephan (my colleague based in New York) got canned yesterday—via phone call. Apparently, it was a very brief conversation, and as much as Stephan has been bracing himself for a firing, I think this was a pretty big shock. We’d been talking about the whole thing every day, plotting and planning our scenarios. I seriously thought that he’d gain more responsibility and we’d be working even more closely, but no. I just think it was sucky that he was let go over the phone, when our [hot, sexy] boss was in New York just a few days ago. Why couldn’t he have done that in person?

And then I got a scary phone call too. My mom called while Stephan and I were on the phone, so she left a message that scared the you-know-what out of me. It was eerily breezy and went something like this…

“Hey [Ginger], it’s your mom. I don’t want to bother you at work, but I just thought I’d call to tell you a little bit about what happened to your dad today. He’s okay, but just…call me when you can.”

UGH! I hate those phone calls. I immediately called her, and she and my dad were both by the phone actually JOKING about the fact that my dad stopped breathing and went into convulsions during a colonoscopy. AND that they found a GIANT polyp that was too big to suction out, so they had to dig the thing out.

I love that my parents both have that semi-dry sense of humor and that they are calm in the face of issues like this. It could be a million times more melodramatic. And hell, people get sick all the time. But this is my Daddy! And I hope he’s okay. I really do.

The test results should come in while I’m there.

So yes, I’m off to visit the folks on Monday. So far, I’ve seen them a grand total of four (4!) hours this year. I guess it’s about time for a little quality interaction, eh?

It would be nice if I knew about the job at my old place (they told me to be patient because the team has been out of the country for the past couple of weeks, but I still haven’t heard anything!), because I could be looking around at possible places to live while I’m there. I still may do that just out of curiosity anyway. It’s always fun to look at houses (or in my case, lofts and converted old buildings).

I better get going for now. I’m sure I’ll be back soon. In the meantime, I’ll give you something to comment about. Look at these BOOTS!!!!