Text message to Mouse at 0-dark-30 this morning: “Did you get my emails?” Or at least I thought I had sent it to Mouse. And then. I looked at in horror at the name at the top of the screen: Lizard Breath. As dangereuse as it is to disturb the nitroglycerin Mouse at such an early hour, at least she is in the same time zone as me. I had managed to disturb California. At 4:09 AM. Sent a quick follow-up text: “Oops, wrong kid. Sorry!”

Okay, I was off to a wonderful start. This was almost as good as the time I was out walking at 6:00 AM and I kept taking my phone out of my pocket for whatever reason and every time I put it back in my pocket, I would forget to turn the screen off and it would bump against my leg or whatever and dial Mouse’s old number in Africa. And that was okay because Mouse was home from Africa, safe in her own bed here at the Landfill and the call went to nowhere. It wasn’t until later that I realized to my horror that my boss’s number was right next to hers in the contacts. That would’ve been fun to accidentally call my boss at 6:00 AM. Ha ha ha!!!

From there, it wasn’t exactly a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, except for when I missed my freeway exit. Yes. No, it wasn’t on the way to work, it was during lunch but it was a familiar interchange and I do not know what happened. Early onset Alzheimer’s maybe? I hope not. It was a busy day and by the end of it I had no brain cells left at all. For a long time after starting this job, there were periods of time when I didn’t always seem to have enough to do. No more. I am drowning. Multiple projects to work on and then some, emails flying back and forth and meetings formally scheduled or not. It’s starting to feel like the old days at CSC or YAG. I love working under these conditions, especially when I’m working with others who are just as passionate about what they’re doing as I am. I just hope it all lasts through the continuing financial meltdown so we can all keep on doing it. (No, no rumors or anything, just that nobody is safe in this economic environment.)

And yes! You are right. This whole bunch of blather was much todo about nothing!

Sayonara,
Kayak Woman

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