Yesterday was eventful. My official request for relocation has been submitted to my supervisor. I have asked to be relocated to an office where I have worked occasionally and enjoyed every minute spent on the premises. This may be employment suicide, I’m not sure. I feel anxious about change. The hours are fewer, the drive is longer, the work is the same. There is no more hope at the new location of regular hours than there is at the old location. The attraction of the new location is the the fit; it is a better fit for me. I felt there was nothing for it but to dive into the change and hope for the best. The whole process may take months and months.
Where did the morning go! Attila has come and gone at lunch and my perception is that the day has barely started. Lets see, shower, dishes, call to lawyer, lengthy job application that included an hour and a half online test, email, call to bank… It all makes sense now.
My birthday is in January. There is a downside to this. Our biggest whopping bills come in December and January, no frivolities. My birthday comes at the end of a long string of celebrations… Luna’s birthday, Christmas, the New Year, Terra’s birthday, Attila’s mother’s birthday and finally my birthday. By January most of us are watching our pennies and our pounds. Added to that is the fact that January is a very bad month for travel, so most years it is just Attila and I celebrating here in the snowy bush. Do I sound like I’m complaining? Well, maybe a little bit.
My most memorable birthday was one that went unnoticed by anyone but me. A single Mom on my own, there wasn’t really anyone to know when my birthday arrived. My solution to this was to throw a huge party the night of my birthday. It was, hands down, the very best party I’ve ever attended/hosted. Not one single guest knew it was my birthday. Musicians played well into the night, academics debated in the dining room, in the kitchen and anywhere else they could find that was quiet enough to hear each other speak. The whole night was magical. It was my birthday present to myself.
Since a party is not an option this year, I’m hoping for a homemade pizza, a movie, a chocolate cake, talking with my loved ones and a big hug from Attila.
I think I’ll curl up in front of the afternoon fire with my Kobo, while visions of chocolate cake dance through my head.
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 84 %
Wind: NNE 9 km/h
Wind Chill: -17
“The nice thing about egotists is that they don’t talk about other people.”
Lucille S. Harper