in lieu of an actual post, i figured i'd post an email i just sent someone (with some slight modifications to protect the innocent [her] and the guilty [me], of course) that wraps it all up nicely…

[bipolar readers],

hello, there in work land. i'm trying to be jovial, even though things with [someone] aren't exactly on the best footing.

why? why would i try to be jovial?

i'll tell you why…

you ready?

because i thought i was having a shitty day. i had to get up at normal work time and get all gussied up (as seen on the current cam picture) and cruise into work for an interview, this morning. i had my god given right to drive 85mph stomped on by about 6 different slow motherfuckers in the fast lane. didn't matter. i still got to work in time for the interview. i stopped in the office to inquire about getting my check a little early, since i'm leaving for chicago today.

then the girl in the office said i most likely wouldn't be able to get it until tomorrow. which seriously hinders my ability to go to chicago, as you may realize. so i walk out of the office, slightly dejected, and head up to my interview.

and i felt like i did a good job on the interview. i answered the questions well. played up the pursuit of knowledge, my ability to work with people. never brought up the pay or the schedule. dazzled them with wit and charm. then they told me that there were 22 other techs getting interviewed. it's a stiff field. lots of tough competition. i don't handle competition well, especially when there's nothing that i can do but wait and hope i'm the better guy (this is sounding a little deeper than the job thing, huh? i'm not meaning this to reflect on [she and i], but i guess it kinda does).

so i get grilled for a good half hour and then i'm cut loose. interview over.

so i went back down to the office to basically beg for my check. she said there may be nothing she can do, since they're changing the policy, but she wrote down my email address, just in case.

so i got home. i was worrying about the state of my trip. it didn't look like the mail had come, therefore i wouldn't be seeing the small stone (the lost pedal) today, either. as i rolled in the front door, i saw a package on the stairs! rob (downstairs neighbor) had brought it in off the porch for me so nobody would swipe it! inside? small stone! woo!

and it sounds dreamy…

i sat down at la computeridorio (that's brian-spanish for computer) and typed joy (the payroll lady) an email so she'd have my email address (my handwriting is shit, you know) and she emailed me right back saying:

Brian,

Good news! Management is not going to change the policy until next
pay period so you can drop by after 2 pm today to pick up your check!
Thanks!

woo! i don't have to cancel the chicago trip!

and so i'm trying to extend my good day to you. i'm sending you a positive email, trying to stay positive about life. it sure would be nice if you …

hope you're having a good day, as well.

heart,
brian.