What Have I Done?! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Yesterday I groggily started typing out an entry directly into OD. For some reason, my fingers started and just didn’t stop. When I finally tired of spilling drivel, I hit the save button, only to realize that my session had timed out and the entry was lost! I suppose there’s a reason for that. The entry was all over the place.

Never, never, never write an entry into that little white box. Even if you think it’s a quickie.

Let’s see if I can try this again.

First of all, I want to thank my lovely OD friends for all of your words of encouragement and all the helpful websites and everything. It really means a lot. I used to try and pretend that OD was not a two-way street. I tried to pretend that it wasn’t such an interactive thing. I tried to simply make it a journal. But it’s much more than that. And the feedback means so much to me. Thanks guys. Really.

So I went and did some more research and more homework and got myself all worked up. And I marched myself over to the conference room called the VP and asked for more $$$$ with lots of reasons to back it up. He told me he’d have to go back to the Pres and the HR guy with my request. He then explained the vacation thing and that it’s not negotiable on paper, but because of the travel required, taking time off shouldn’t be a problem. Hope that’s truly the case.

At any rate, I got off the phone just knowing that there’s NO WAY they would give me the $$$$ that I asked for. I thought maybe 2/3 of it—max. So when VP called me back yesterday, I braced myself.

He slowly eased his way into the subject at hand. I thought he was breaking it to me gently. And then he told me that they’d decided to give me the full amount that I asked for!!!! All of it! I swallowed hard. And then what could I do? He’d given me what I wanted.

I verbally accepted!

(Holy crap. What have I done?!)

Now I’m dealing with the nice HR guy. I need to make sure that he stays nice. We’re working out all of the moving expenses and possible temporary living scenarios.

And then there’s a sticky little thing called a start date. Mr. Peepers and Big Boss just left for Europe yesterday! Peepers won’t be back until October 7th, and Big Boss won’t be back until the 1st. Of course, I’ll resign to her. But then, I really need to give the company a two-week notice. We are starting to get deep into the busiest time of the year. And as much as I hate Big Boss and her stupid ass ways, I don’t want to leave the company and my area in the lurch. I have too much pride in my work to do that.

I’m asking for them to let me start on October 21st. I’d really rather not start until November 1st. But they wanted me on the friggin 7th of October! So I guess it’s a compromise. I hope.

Sheesh. I sure wish I could take some time off before I start. Guess I was just meant to be a workin’ girl. No life of luxury for me.

Freaking out quite a bit. It just hasn’t all hit me yet. There’s so much more going on that I want to write about. Why is there never enough time?

I should close now. Lots of stuff to do! Gotta get ready for work. Gotta prepare!! I want to have everything complete and ready for when Big Boss gets back.

WHAT HAVE I DONE?!