hey howdy, i got a raise today. & i didn't even have to ask for it. alice my take-no-shit boss decided just to
give me one, since i'm apparently too meek to ask for anything.
note to self & others: i had actually been planning on asking for a raise at the end of the month. but boy am i delighted that she beat me to it. no way could i work up the courage to ask for a raise without at least two great rounds of crying & hyperventilating.
the other story of work is this: M & i were talking about dancer in the dark, which she only watched for the first time last night, & as we were talking queenie my famously loud coworker came into the room. queenie said: "dancer in the dark, i didn't think it was all that sad."
suddenly i am convinced that it would be a good idea, after the celebratory bottle of gew�rtztraminer he's offering, to watch dancer in the dark with mischka. (note to self & others: this is potentially a horrible idea.)
i'm sure that if i mention dancer in the dark a few more times, i'll get plenty of misguided hits.
so: to recap: i have a raise, & i have silver-painted nails (which have been painted since sunday, but i thought i'd mention them now), & i have piles & piles of things to do, & molasses cookies waiting for me at home. (want the recipe?)
but now i will just listen to the cars going by on the wet streets.
