Life is going along. J is up far later than any sensible three-year-old should be (wait, I think that's an oxymoron, "sensible three-year-old"), but daycare drop-off has improved immensely. He'll now look at me and say, "Go, go, go, mama, I'll be a big boy." LOLOL Yeah, it kind of tears at my heart a little bit, but then I know he'll eventually have to grow up, and besides, in the grand scheme of things, that little bit of independence is better than the alternative (the screaming nuclear melt-down that leaves both of us in tears).
Work is work. My manager has commented on the good job I've been doing, so that's nice. I caught a possible fraud attempt today, and my manager's manager is aware of that, so there's another point for me. I'm trying, dammit. If I'd had the manager I have now when I started, I might not have ever disliked the job so much. She's very good - she really wants her team to do well, and she'll do everything she can to help us do that. So, it's still not fabulous, but it's better most days. A friend of mine did a reading for me, and she did say that I'm where I'm meant to be right now, so all my job-search efforts may be for naught. I'm going to keep trying, though, but at least work is no longer a daily dose of stomach-churning dread. (Although accounts are being realigned in a way that doesn't sound like much fun for any of us, so ask me how I'm feeling about it in a couple of weeks. It's a temporary thing, because one of our team members is working on a special project until someone is hired full-time for the position, but still - for however long "temporary" is, it's going to suck serious ass.)
Brian called me this evening to let me know how his interview went. He was on his way to handbell practice, so he didn't have a whole lot of time to talk, but he said he thought I might like to know so he was calling. This was his interview with the National Archives in Fort Worth. They had over 400 applicants, and he's one of EIGHT they called for an interview. That's nothing to sneeze at. He said he'd give me all the details tomorrow, when he comes up here. I really, really, really hope he gets this job. I would be beyond excited if he got to move up this way. I would turn flips (and I haven't done that in so long, I should sell tickets).
And would you say it's a good thing if a guy can tell you some fairly personal stuff, stuff that might have a detrimental effect on a relationship depending on the personality of the person hearing it and how they took it? Brian sent me a fairly long e-mail yesterday, and a good bit of it was stuff like that. He said he hoped he hadn't freaked me out or caused me to lose sleep, but it didn't. I was touched that he felt like he *could* share it with me. So is that a good thing, do you think?
I like him. I like him probably far more than is sensible. I have no idea where this might end up, but I do know that if we were to stop seeing each other, I'd hurt over it a lot. Yeah, I like him.
And on that happy note, I'm going to go to bed. Look, I'll be in bed before midnight! What a concept!