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I love Chumbawamba. I can't stop listening to their albums. See if you can pick out the song from which this blog title comes from.
A very interesting week. I started that movie theatre job on Friday, working all the way through Sunday. I wasn't supposed to work Saturday but they had me scheduled. While it cut into the visitation with my daughter, I took it anyway. By the end of yesterday I had won over the management and co-workers alike. I even "saved" the day. Can you believe that a major theatre complex was running out of popcorn seeds? I just happened to find a sack by accident which kept things running until emergency supplies showed up. I'm still dead tired. But happy.
I had another interview today. I thought I was meeting with more people than just one. Still, he's going to think about what we discussed, then talk with two other people to then determine if I get brought back in for a second interview. I feel fairly confident. I also had that one other interview last week. While I didn't meet with the hiring manager, I still like how it turned out. I met with the HR woman (very nicely dressed!) and took their damn tests. I hate tests for a professional job. I think I'll be called back there since I know I did well.
On the marriage front, I asked my wife - through e-mail - if I could speak with my daughter several times a week since my visitation was cut down due to circumstances beyond our control. That touched off a whole dialog for days over e-mail. Yes, she is still mad at me, and has a right to be, but this is what we've been needing for a while. Plus, on Saturday when I saw her, we not only had a very nice pleasant chat, but she's looking me in the face while we talk. What pleased me so much over the e-mails was not what she said but what she didn't say. She is getting out her anger, yet not once was a permanent split thrown at me, just that I had to regain her trust. That's just a short version of it. The long version could go on for paragraphs. The fact that I got the chance to tell her some things, and she didn't throw them back in my face, was fantastic. She did pack up a bunch of stuff I asked for, including the CDs she missed the first time. Chumbawamba CDs have not left this laptop since Saturday.
My daugher turns 8 on Wednesday. Saturday is the party, and I will be there. Well, I better be! But these exchanges are opening up the dialog, and she's getting out her frustrations. That means when we start to talk in earnest a lot of that will be out of the way. I guess I should be elated, but I'm too tired right now!
However, with the increased communication means a very serious evaluation of me being TS. I treated myself to some cute little items on Thursday, which I must keep hidden. The issue of my being Meredith is going to be addressed again very soon.
So now the waiting game with the jobs begins anew. Oh, dear. Here we go again.
