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Friday, January 28, 2005

Despite my worst fears (well, not my worst fears, but some distressingly dreadful fears nonetheless), it didn’t rain all day today. It rained enough that I used the windshield wipers on my way to the post office this morning. It rained enough that I slipped in the mud as I walked out to the mailbox this afternoon. It rained enough to keep the birdbath filled to overflowing. But it didn’t rain all day, and for that I’m grateful.

After scrambling for money all week, I got a check in the mail today. It was a small one, but enough to keep the heat and lights on for a few more days. I brought it home from the post office, prepared the deposit, and then took it to the bank (where I waited in line for fifteen minutes for the second day in a row). But there’s a positive balance in the company account again, at least for now.

It won’t last long, if Tim has anything to say about it. No sooner did I get home from the bank than I got a call from him. He’d told one of our suppliers that we would pay them today. The bill isn’t even (technically) due yet, but ¡Zas! There went ten percent of the paltry few dollars I’d just deposited. I should never have answered the phone.

That’s a good policy any time, whether I have money or not. People trying to get paid don’t want to hear that I don’t have any money, that’s for sure. And if I do have money, I don’t necessarily want everybody to know it. I need to be able to pick and choose who gets paid. What I don’t need is for Tim or the Boss to make promises that I have to keep.

Anyway, I’m not complaining. (Well, I guess I am.) I do have money, and after paying the most urgent bills, I managed to save enough to get through next week’s payroll. After about Tuesday or Wednesday, I’ll be back in panic mode again. I should be numb by now, but it never really gets easier.




28 January 2005

Cloud monster.



This check I got today was promised last week. When it hadn’t come by Monday, I had the Boss phone them and use his mean voice to ask about it. Oh, he was told, it was being mailed right now. Somehow it didn’t make it from San Mateo to Santa Rosa, less than a hundred miles, for four days. I checked the postmark, and it was dated Tuesday. Still, that’s a long time. That’s a long enough time to feed my ulcer and make me cranky. It’s a darn good thing it didn’t rain all day, or I might be all upset.




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Sammy Sosa wearing the orange and black? Yes, but it’s the other orange and black team. He won’t be playing alongside Barry Bonds in the oldest outfield in the majors, because it seems the Cubs are trading him to the Orioles (another team with some long-in-the-tooth players). It also looks as if the Orioles stole the Sosa deal out from under their new archrivals, the Nationals. Sosa wore out his welcome in Chicago last season, with his complaining (not to mention a serious fall-off in production), so a change was definitely in order.

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"I don't even know for sure how it started, but I think it was when I decided to do some work. If I'd played solitaire and watched the soaps and eaten bonbons all day, none of this would have happened."

Two years ago: Cut Off
"If you're acting in good faith, you should be patted on the back and allowed to correct your mistakes. Punishment is for bad guys, not inept bunglers like me who are doing the best we can."

Three years ago: Blanketed
"I was hoping extravagantly and irrationally. I was giddy with hope."

Four years ago: Work Out
"I got that old Monday feeling, the one that says, 'You might as well stop thinking you're in control.'"

Five years ago: The War Zone
"If you think Britney and Christina are better than Ludwig... well, good for you."


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