Dragon Child

Just a little up for your date here.

Thank you everyone for all your support on my work-related panic.

I did confront the mistakes directly. In fact I sent an e-mail when I couldn't raise him by phone for the second potential mistake and stayed an extra half hour in the office last night waiting to hear. No luck. When he called this morning I had to ask again because...wait for it...it wasn't a mistake. I was right, I had taken that thing off the schedule on purpose and the person on the other end hadn't acknowledged that. So, whew, crisis averted.

It's all made me super vigilant here at work for today. I'm confirming and organizing and mailing out and e-mailing and filing and making notations like I actually cared.

Here's the thing, though, my heart isn't in this job. It's never going to be in this job. If I have to have a job of this kind (and for now I kind of do) it's a good one. The people are very nice to me and the commute isn't bad and there's some free food and drink and health insurance and all so, don't get me wrong, it's a good job. It's just not the job of my heart and it's never going to be. I am never going to get fulfillment out of tracking down a lost briefcase or organizing the perfect lunch meeting or handing over a pristine calendar. Some people do and that's awesome but I'm not one of them.

I am passionate about kittens, though. Kath went over and filled out the papers but wasn't allowed to see Miss Pickles last night. Apparently they're going to want to observe her a bit longer and until that time they're being vigilant on the visitation front. I'm going to swing by there this evening anyway and see if I can't at least snap a photo of the reluctant celebrity. I am optimistic that it will be possible for Kath to take the wanderer home but pessimistic about the amount of hoop jumping that's going to be expected.

I don't know if Kath will call her Pickles. Our girl will belong to Kath so it's up to her what she's called. I'm just going to keep calling her Pickles until I hear differently. I have to call her something, right?

Does anyone have any contacts in the Seventh Generation corporation? I'm looking specifically for someone in the "feminine care" department. Just a quick question if you want to pass it along. Why do they negate the virtues of environmental- and vagina-friendly panti-liners by making them half the width of the crotch panel they're supposed to protect? I understand that they're trying to use less material in hopes of making less waste but making several hundred gross of a product that is entirely useless and will therefore be thrown out before use isn't helping anyone.

While I'm being greedy can we all please take a moment to urge the Rangers to win tonight? I'd really like to take in a playoff game but if they get knocked out of the running tonight that's not going to be possible. My urgent pleas to the team (no, it's not stalking) have gone unanswered.