Age

Last night Berck was in the bathroom for a while examining his face. He came out and held up a finger to me. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.

I couldn’t see anything, so I guessed, “A grey whisker?”

“Yes. I apparently have a lot of them, but I didn’t know what they were at first. I’ve also got a lot of grey on my temples. I don’t think I’m ready to be old.”

“Uh huh.”

“Wait! I’m not old! I’m not even 30 yet!”

Work Dreaming

One of these days I’ll stop dreaming about work. It happens eventually.

I keep waking up and saying to myself, “Stop it! You’re not actually getting anything done!” Of course, with dreams, it’s all a little off, like I have to send off foreclosure notices in the proper way at the proper time, and apparently by karaoke. Or messenger balloon.

Last night I finally started dreaming about an old abandoned windmill along the Santa Fe Trail that NASA had augmented and was available for camping in.

Some researchers believe that dreams are our brains’ way of categorizing the information we gathered during the day. Maybe I won’t stop having these dreams until I know my job inside and out.

I hope it happens soon. I keep waking up feeling even more exhausted than when I went to bed. I’ve also had a week-long headache.

This morning I awoke surprised to find my jaw aching but without a migraine (usually the jaw ache triggers one). Also odd was that my jaw only hurt on my right side. I felt it and realized by lymph node was very swollen and was really tender to the touch.

It isn’t nearly as tender now. Maybe I’m fighting swine flu.

Maybe I’ll figure out what I’ve got tonight in my dreams.

In other news, when Berck finally gets laid off, he should qualify for three months of unemployment benefits. So we should be able to survive for a while.

Lucky

Luck is real, and you make your own, according to various studies. I’ve always considered myself a lucky person.

I like to drink herbal tea during my work day, but didn’t think to take any with me to my new job, and . My new office (Sara’s old one) has all of Sara’s old stuff in it still–meaningless (to me) notes covering the bulletin board, crossed out reminders on the huge wall calendar (including the ominous “Getting Married, Back May 24”), a half empty carton of diet Dr Pepper. And inside one of the file drawers, tucked next to a bunch of folders, was a box of Celestial Seasonings Apple Spice tea.

My office has a big window that opens to the rest of the office. It has blinds, but it seems a little silly to pull them. If I open the office door all the way, however, the door covers most of the window. My doorway faces the butt of a wall, so you have to be walking right by my office to look in and see me. So I am at my most private with my door completely open.

The boss is apparently cold-natured and keeps the office pretty hot. Fortunately, my office comes with a fan. And my window opens. I was a little worried about all the traffic noise coming in (we’re on the busiest street in the city), but it turns out that because of the direction my door opens, you can’t really hear it in the rest of the office. Once summer comes, I think I’ll enjoy the climate controlled air.

My boss is high strung and seems to like that I’m–apparently–even keeled. She loves to laugh, though, and that keeps things lighthearted.

She had to leave early today for an appointment. After she left, the receptionist, who has an office on one side of the open center office area, and the bankruptcy girl, who has an office on the other, called each other on the intercom function on the phone system and sat in their offices gossiping with each other. If you stood in the middle, you could hear both sides of the conversation quite clearly. This amused me very much.

Have you even sent a certified letter and watched the postman carefully put the certified stickers on your envelope and thought that might be fun to do? Well, I get to do that every day. Actually, I have an assistant to do all my mailings and copies for me, but I do them if she’s busy helping someone else.