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[thejunipertree]

Whenever the phone rings after a certain time of night (or before a certain time of the day), my heart leaps into my throat. It hammers away like a mad thing hammers. This time I was sitting at my computer, writing faux things in faux French, when my cell phone went off like a shot of Brass Monkey.

It stopped ringing by the time I got it out of my bag, but the missed call read out told me that it had been my boss calling. After midnight? Oh dear.

I called her back only to find out that she and the doctor are sitting in a diner right now, working. And that the doctor had been using her cell phone, accidentially dialing my number. She apologized profusely and told me to have a good day tomorrow and to call her with any updates (I'm going to a meeting with the nursing home about my mother, don't know what to expect).

I love my boss. She's the best. Yesterday, I came into my office to find a letter on my chair, written in green highlighter, telling me how sorry she was about the craziness of Friday (which I can't recount for all of you due to that damnable non-disclosure agreement I signed, but I will say it was very crazy indeed) and telling me how great I am.

It gave me the warm fuzzies, I tell you. I've never worked for anyone before who was so gracious to me. Not to mention that this coming Saturday, she and her roommate are throwing a party to benefit my mother. Well, it's kind of a party.

You know those Tupperware parties housewives give? It's like that.
Only no Tupperware. It's sex toys.

For serious.

Comments

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

hrrm.

I'm going over an hour early to help set up, so I don't know if'n you want to ride with me. But, you're welcome to.

You coming to Borders tonight? We can discuss more then.

[rhiann31.livejournal.com]

uh, did you want the female Philly contigent in attendence? I have the libertine ball on Saturday night, but let me know details and perhaps I can stop by if for nothing else than to give Mom some $$$.