Somebody Loves Me

I'm a fortunate woman, in that I am regularly reminded that I am loved from many angles of my life.

I have great parents who not only treat me like an adult - they started the peer-level discussions when I was in my early 20's. Plus, they're still together and getting along and have recently passed 45(!) years together.

I have siblings with whom I always feel at home, even if we haven't talked for a long time since I'm shitty at reaching out.

I have nephews that treat me like gold despite the fact that I'm shitty at responding, reaching out or even acknowledging birthdays. Which reminds me, I have a hand-written letter to respond to...

I have two ... "best" friends, S (female) and D (male). Which I guess is just my way of saying they're in my innermost circle of contact; they know the "real me" the best.

Tomorrow night, S will be coming over and staying over for the night. Then, after D and I get back from our Saturday morning workout, we'll be packing up S's futon and helping her bring it back to her new house down the street.

Tonight, however, D is taking me out for dinner. It'll be low-key, because I'm a low-key kinda girl, but it'll be nice to get out and spend the time with my friend.

Making Friends The Painful Way

After yesterday's hand-scalding experience in the Office cafeteria, I've had a larger variety of people come to talk to me than I've had since I started here in September.

If I were more outgoing, I might actually use this as a way to spark up some kind of conversation that we could continue with as time moves forward.

As it stands, I'm a consultant here, with a very limited job scope and very limited interaction with the rest of the folks working here.

And days like today, when 3 months of software updates get rolled live and email notifications are activated without the mail server maintenance crew being made aware ahead of time, and words like "doing XYZ without consulting ABC group is irresponsible" are bandied around in email . . . I'm glad I'm "just a consultant".