- Now I can say it. He got the call last night while we were at dinner. The boss offered him a new job as an auditor working from home. He will be going up to headquarters in the middle of next month to meet the other auditor’s and find out the details. Yes, I am jumping up and down with excitement. Yes, too, this means his company has brought in enough new work that they can expand. He did this sort of thing with his last company, and he likes it.
- So what I was doing last weekend was moving G’s office from the dark side of the room to the light side where the “L” of the desk sits. He has three monitors, and they will fill the corner nicely. His several computers will all be linked via a KDM switch, and he will be using only one keyboard. I cleared the grandkid pictures off the shelves so he will have space for all his things, and I packed away the small sewing desk leaving only my dresser. I’d been camping out in great hair clip disarray on its top, instead now the hair stuff went in the top drawer with everything else moving down one. You can imagine. Many of my life’s orts now live in flat plastic boxes under the bed.
- It had become a family joke. A month or so ago we ordered G new work shirts. His uniform shirts were full of battery acid holes, oil stains, and other nefarious damages. Every day one of us would ask, “Are the shirts here yet?” Every day, no shirts. Wonderful. I began to believe that if the shirts arrived, he wouldn’t be offered the new job. G’s mantra was, “It hasn’t happened yet.” I believed it would. No shirts. Now he can work in shorts at home, and we are both delighted. Congratulations dear Geezer!!!!!
March 29, 2012
Portland Union station Work has been sorted, and I’m home to sort my own things now. I’ve gained roundness. G says we are Mr. and ...