The boss called me into her office today (she’s been out all week). This was our first conversation since me giving my two-week notice. I had been avoiding her all morning.

“Joanna,” she said, “how would you feel about coming in on weekends and doing some work if we need it?”

“Sure!” I answered.

“Good, so you’ll keep your key to the office, and I’ll keep you on payroll. We’ll call you if we need you, and you can come in on a Saturday or a Sunday.”

“And if for some reason I can’t come in on the weekend, I’ll come in in the evenings,” I said.

“Great!” she said. She called the rest of the foreclosure staff in and informed them. Everyone was enthusiastic.

So hopefully, this will work out. It’s ideal for the office, since I’m already trained, and I’m the only one in the office who knows how to do a non-judicial foreclosure and (most of) judicial foreclosures. And we can definitely use the cash with Berck unemployed!

In other news, my father-in-law is here and is making a dish of Vidalias, scallions, leeks, shallots, and red onions. He has also constructed piles of sliced Vidalias and ripe homegrown tomatoes that he brought here from Memphis. Berck is going to throw some lamb chops on the grill soon.