I keep on finding my CW's really important stuff in random areas. First it was her parking garage entry card, then cell phone.

I would like to keep in touch, but I'll follow his lead. He doesn't do social media, so it would be writing letters.

Another person got fired at work. Another person who made working there not suck. I hope my interview goes well next week! All the micromanaging, which only started last year, is making this place a hostile work environment. And I'm over it.

I swear I am never going to get a damn job!!!! :(

That is super sad, but it's better than the alternative... He could still have the tumor and be dying a slow painful death.

I posted a while back about my client with the brain tumor. Well they were able to operate and remove the tumor. But now he has the same memory problem as Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates. *smh* The kicker? He has a brand new grandchild that was born a few days AFTER his surgery. He will never know that grandchild. Ever.

It's a good thing this CW is moving away soon.. Sounds like you're a mess when you're around him. Do you plan you keeping in touch with him when he moves?

Ugh, so much tension with CW. He joked that I just wanted to hold his hand and I joked that he wishes he were above me as supervisor .

I'm so bummed out. The phone interview I had for this awesome job went pretty well and on Friday, they emailed me to tell me they wanted to do an in-person interview with me and take me to lunch afterward. I really, really wish I could take that job but I don't think I can because the commute is just too long and it's not a great drive--lots of back roads. The job I did take is pretty good and it's much closer to home. I hate driving so much...I think spending 2+ hours in the car every day would drive me nuts.

So, Elderly CW had to have minor surgery and was scheduled to be gone for three days along with the weekend. But the surgeon found more stuff to fix while he was in there and now she's in way worse pain than she thought she would be, and has to be out for two weeks. She called, all goobered up on pain pills, to tell me the news about the surgery and that her daughter is going to extend her stay, and to blather on about nonsense for ten minutes (thank you, pain pills, like she needed the help). She drives me nucking futs but I still feel bad for her. She is most definitely a poor thing at this point. That said, OMG two whole weeks of peace and quiet!! I know, I know. I'm a horrible person.