SQUEE!!!!!

This is me, jumping up and down and yelling and screaming like a little girl. (Well, in my head anyway, I am still at work and all.)

( After months of data-entry tedium, I'm about to move over to a writing position! )

This is very exciting news for me. Not only am I going to get to do the kind of work I love and actually use my brain instead of trying to turn it off, but soon I will no longer need to worry about my data-entry numbers. And I'll get to keep my seniority for profit-sharing figures. I can't wait to start cranking out the docs. (And the fact that it should come with a bump in salary will also help, given that my biggest student loan is due to start billing again in a couple of months.)

Into every life…

Around 3:00 or so, the wind began to howl outside, and we were warned that if we were leaving early, not to drive—that the wind was reported to have blown over cars and school buses. (Ouch.) I glanced outside, and sure enough, my scooter had been blown right over.

I went out to right it—it didn't look damaged—and then went out again after the secretary suggested I bring it into the front lobby to keep it from blowing over again. By the time I was done with that, my pants were soaked. Alas, I haven't taken a cue from Torg and supplied myself with emergency pants. Maybe I should. At the moment I'm considering whether to scoot home now, while it's still raining fairly hard, or to wait a bit in the hope it might let up.

In a final display of life's ironies, my supervisor called me into her office a few minutes ago to give me my yearly raise, effective for the pay period starting next Monday. I go up from $8 to $8.50. Except…actually, I probably won't. I hope to be in the IT department by then, and according to the personnel manager, raises don't travel with you if you're moving to a new position with a higher pay scale.

So in the end, it's pretty meaningless, save for the overall satisfactory evaluation that came with it. My supervisor said some pretty nice things about me in it—that I was "organized" and "efficient" (she's obviously never seen my apartment in its natural state), even if my invoice numbers had fallen off over the last few weeks, and that on the whole she was glad to have had me as an employee in the data entry department. So, as far as that goes, I'll just consider it a sort of "grace note" to my data entry career—the "shave-and-a-haircut, two bits" on which my tenure here ends. Ah, closure. :)

Still, it makes a nice ending to the day.

Now, I just hope I don't catch cold from these wet clothes. That would suck.

Warning: Check the date!

Fair warning for those of you whom it might catch off-guard.

Don't believe anything you read on the Internet for the next few days without checking the date first. If it's April 1st, take it with a salt mine.

Brought to you by the "Fool me every year, shame on us both" April Fool's Day Committee.

Random thought

The really weird thing about getting all my news from NPR is that, while I have a pretty good idea of what's going on in the world, I have no idea what anybody actually looks like.