Crossing Over

I wish I was talking about THIS kind of crossing, but I'm not. I'm just finishing up on one task at work and getting ready to start anew.

It's 5:00 a.m. Saturday and I'm not exactly hi hoing as I get ready to once again plod into work. I agreed to work overtime today, but I'm vowing that I will have the nerve to just bow out at 3:00 p.m. so I can get home in time to meet friends for dinner tonight. And actually, Craig will just be getting home from his work week in San Diego, so it'll be a really late start to TGIF.

Monday, I start a brand new project. Fortunately, my manager, who has been a great boss has chosen me to be in his group, so it can't be all bad. But this new task is known to be a real booger in the garden of life where many people get kicked off the island and have to slink their way out of the building early. If that happens to me -- oh well . . . . It's all about your stats and this is evidently a really hard one. A former supervisor from last year who's extremely sharp was telling me yesterday that she had trouble passing the qualifying tests, so we will see?

I'm going to miss my faithful 80-year old companion who sits next to me. She and I have kept each other laughing for the past five weeks. I'm hoping most of the lunch group, including the Pot Proselytizer, will be back for the new project. And by the way, the Pot Proselytizer makes me laugh. She may be a tight little person, but she's always saying something so off base that it keeps me giggling. She's very concerned about appearances and hasn't been able to adapt to the fact that it's an extremely casual workplace. In her mind, promotion should be based on one's appearance and attire. Yesterday, she was particularly appalled that a man in her pod with tattoos and facial hair had been promoted. She also has hangups about people not wearing matching clothes. LOL She spent years in Washington D.C. working for the FAA, so I think she's having trouble adjusting to the Wild Wild West.

My favorite lunch partner in crime, Martha, will still be there on Monday. Sometimes I think we could have been twins separated at birth since we have the same humor. The Pot Proselytizer often confuses us -- but she often confuses everyone who doesn't dress in matching sets.

Well, must walk Saby and get ready for work! At least parking shouldn't be an issue this morning, so I can leave a half hour later. Right now, parking is so tight during the work week that I have to get there 45 minutes early in order to get a parking spot. NUTS!!!!

My new mantra -- three more weeks, three more weeks, three more weeks! Then I can start my countdown for the real crossover -- the ferry to my favorite island!