Masterminx

I got a day of training done. It was good. It went off without a hitch, so to speak. I got some laughs, which I really enjoy. As a speaker, I tend to be able to get the audience to chuckle a few times. It's always good to pick on the boss a little bit, when he's there. Good times. Good times.

Before the training started, I got the meet the client sponsor. The IT guy, Joe. Sweet mother of all things, that guy is hot. Like, giggle-and-blush hot. He looks me right in the eye when I talk to him. He smirks, as though I'm the most amusing thing. He winks and grins. Gaaaaaaah...*drool*. He's tall and thin and bald, with a really beautiful face. Oh, and a wife and two kids.

Fuck. Oh, well.

Tomorrow, I get to do another day of training. So far, it' been a snap.

I returned to the office around 4:00 to pick up my laptop, and got the greatest news from Ruxpin. He made my day. I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO MORENCI!! Yea! Ruxpin told me he talked to Half-pint at lunch today, and asked him what the hell was up with sending me alone to Morenci to deal with a client that had a wonky implementation, at best. Half-pint's reply was related to me as: "What the hell? Whose idea was it to send a woman alone into the middle of freakin' desert, four hours away from here, to stay in a hotel in some mining town...alone?! Screw that! We'll send one of the guys."

Thank God for sexism. I'm so happy, I could just pee.

I heard from my mom. The cancer in her mouth turned out to be fairly extensive, so they have scheduled surgery for the day after Thanksgiving. They are going to do a graft to try and salvage her ability to speak. She says that she feels confident about the doctor, but she won't know how far the damage has spread into her throat until they do the CT scan on Monday. She sounded so calm about it. Except when she told me that they wouldn't be able to make it down for Christmas[--]no surprise, there. But then she asked me if I'd come up for Thanksgiving so I could be there for her surgery. It was too hard for me to say no.

So, I guess I'm going to have to beg at work to get the time off. I'm going to have to suck it up and fly over the Thanksgiving holiday, fly into the bitter cold of Utah. Eat holiday dinner at my step-sister's house with a family I don't know. Bleh. I want to be there for my mom, so I'll do it. If work lets me.

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