Hmmmm. . . .

This morning's question, courtesy of yesterday's meme, is "How is QoS like a wheelbarrow?"
Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.

Last night's plans got a bit out of kilter (not nearly so much fun as getting a man out of a kilt) (trust me on this!) but even though I didn't get the old closet drywall to the dump, I did get it into the pick-up truck of a friend who will take it. I did my scheduled work-out, but only becuase I was inspired (and shamed) by the late-evening post by _storyteller_ who wrote about getting out for a run in 99-degree weather and how good it felt. I had just decided that 9:04pm was too late to get started with my resistance workout, come back to the computer, and there was that post. I growled, cursed, shut the computer back off, and went back and did my workout. But I really need to get back on a morning schedule. I can't do squat-thrusts nearly as well late in the evening.

Had a minor kerfluffle with Miss V on Tuesday. One of the people in her segment of the org chart asked me to order a baby gift for someone in his department, even though he sits very near V. I should have looped her into the communication in some way, but I didn't. And then I evidently forgot a conversation we had months ago about using a particular vendor for baby gifts, so there is consistency and equitability in this area, and she slapped my wrist for that and asked in a grieved tone if maybe I should start saving her messages in a file so that I can refer to them at times like this. I told her, as courteously as I could, that I did now save her messages, but that I had forgotten this conversation had ever taken place, so it didn't occur to me to go look up what we had agreed to.

This is the first incident in weeks, and while it was annoying, it no longer put me into a serious grump and seething resentment, so I'm still considering it a win.

I will confess, however, that I am having vivid fantasies about telling her I am going to move to a new job. I am cautiously hopeful, based on comments made to me yesterday, that when the hiring manager gets back from her vacation next week that she will want to move forward quickly to get this position filled. She said something about talking to the recruiter before she left so that "the paperwork will be ready, and we can hit the ground running when I get back." I would be willing to wager that she might not even interview anyone else. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

It All Depends. . .

Inspired by a Friend's post in which the word "Normal" features prominently.

When I was a senior in college, just a few months from completing my theater major (directing & dramatic literature), I was lunching in the dining hall with several members of the department. I can't remember what we were talking about, but suddenly one of my friends, a very eneregetic and flamboyant gay youth, turned to me and stated, "[QoS], you are the most normal person I know."

Fast-forward two years. I am working as the word processor in the headquarters of a bank. I am lunching in the building's cafeteria and writing, when my boss -- a woman almost as cool as Jeannie, my current boss -- sits down with me. She asks if I am writing a letter. "No," I reply, "I'm working on a story." She asks if she can read it. I smile and hand her the notebook, where she finds a page filled with my secret code. "What is that?" she asks. I explain my code. She shakes her head and says flatly, "You're weird."

It all depends on who you're having lunch with.