Well, the cornbread is in the oven, as are my blueberry muffins, and O-Town is on the Macy's Parade, totally blowing my record of never having seen or heard them before, so I thought that maybe I'd start writing the seven entries that I am behind.

This is getting just a teensy bit embarrassing.

Last night, Michael wrote me "When you told your list you would try not to let your journal fall any further behind before Thanksgiving, did you mean you wouldn't be removing any entries that were already posted? 'Cause I still don't see no Nov 16."

The answer, of course, is that I am a gigantic liar, and lazy to boot. O, and busy! That's what I meant, busy. Which is not a big fat lie, because I was doing three shows this week, rehearsals and readings, and I've been working and sleeping and stuff.

Also last night, Beth wrote, answering my note that I don't care whether she notifies her list every time she updates because she's first on my Nibelung list, and she said, "I was about to comment that it was awfully silly of you to leave me at the top of your nibelung list when I never update, but then I remember that you're first on my nibelung list, and YOU never update either."

So clearly, the natives are getting pretty restless.

But, good news! I'm doing Jette's Holidailies for people updating every day in December--for me, it's not writing an entry for every day, it's writing an entry every day on the actual date that it is that day. In other words, what I used to do.

I always said that the reason that I wrote every single day was because if I didn't, man, I'd never update. Do I know myself, or what?

So yesterday I went into work early, at 9a, so that if we were let off early, I wouldn't have to hang around for another two hours because I don't come in until 11a.

I went into The Controller's office for him to sign a couple of checks and whined, "Aren't you going to let us go?" "No." Then I went back to my seat and saw that I had a new email, and it was from The Evil Overlord, saying that The Controller was letting us go home at 2p! So I ran back to his office and grinned at him--he said that what he mean was that everyone could go home but me.

That's a joke, you see. Although I did not, in fact, go home at 2p. I had a bunch of FedExing to get out, so I did that until 3.15p, and then I wanted to print out a bunch of entries of the four journals that I am catching up with, and that took forever on the printer that hates a long print queue, so I actually didn't leave until 4.30p. But it was still light out! That was pretty cool.

While I was at work, I got the Horoscope That Is Always Completely Wrong, and I laughed and read it out loud to The Raccoon.

"Get this, 'This should prove to be a fortunate day for you, Kymm. Everything you attempt to do should go fairly smoothly. Relations with others are warm, friendly, congenial, and any household chores or other work needing to be done should be completed quickly and efficiently.' This should mean that today will be a disaster!"

"Well, I'm doing your review today, so you could be right!"

Eep! I hate getting reviewed. It's not as though I don't know the ways that I'm a fuck-up. And the worst bit is that you have to fill out this horrible sheet about what your accomplishments have been and how you could do better and things. I put under greatest accomplishments since my last review that I haven't killed anyone.

Quite a feat, by me.

Anyway, the review went fine, like I said, I know where I mess up, and The Raccoon knows where I mess up, and we have discussed it before, and it mostly has to do with being disorganized and not answering my phone calls, but then she said something interesting.

"Things are going to be changing, things will be different next year, and it would behoove you to shape up. I can't be any clearer, because it's not set in stone, if it were, I'd tell you, but I can't. Do you get me?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"And you need to think why you do overtime, because you are the only one who does and when The Evil Overlord asks me why, when we have a full department now, I'm going to need to tell her."
"Shit, if I lose my overtime, I'm fucked."
"But maybe you could make the same amount without overtime. Wouldn't you like to go home at 7p?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Okay, read between my lines. Things might change and they might change for you if you shape up."
"O. I think I got it."
"Tell me, I'll tell you if you're wrong."
"They're bringing back the manager position that they created for Joe and didn't re-fill when Joe was booted. And they want you for it. Which would mean that your position would be free."
"Yes. And I didn't tell you that. But you have been here the longest, and would you want someone who hasn't been here as long or brought in from the outside?"
"No, I wouldn't."

So, there you go. I never wanted to be supervisor, but now I am overwhelmed with the idea. I told Cynthia and Fran about it, and Fran said, "Ever heard of The Peter Principle? It's that everyone is promoted one step father than their competence. And this is yours!"

But I think that this is something that I could to, easily, absolutely, I just would have to get off my butt. Suddenly, after all of these years, the idea of being Supervisor is pretty good. Hmmm...

Today's horoscope:
Today, your work flows smoothly and comfortably. You notice any beauty in your environment, and promote ease, grace and harmony.

One year ago today:
It was as though she were trying to keep the coolant in its place by centrifugal force.

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