10/13/00 -- Friday the Thirteenth

When bad things happen to good people?

So I've always been a little superstitious.  I've had bad things happen on Friday the Thirteenth.  Not movie-like bad things, but just stupid bad things.  Annoying bad things.

The alarm going off at 4:45am was a bad thing, but it was a bad thing I'd expected.  I had to get up for a project managers' meeting down at the office.  If I didn't get out of the house between 5:30 and 5:45, it would take me an hour and a half to get to the office.  So I was in the office by 6:15 this morning.  Feh.  I hate mornings.

I used the time to tape up my receipts from this week out in Idaho.  Woohoo.

Then the project managers' meeting.  Fun and exciting.  No, really.  I mean it.  Do you believe me?  Feh.

Then dealing with catch-up on a project that I've weaseled my way off of so I could travel (and regain my sanity!).  So far, nothing too terrible.  We even get good service when we go out to lunch.

I'm waiting.  The other shoe will drop at some point, right?

It doesn't.  I mean, unless you consider being at work for 13 hours on Friday the Thirteenth to be bad luck.  *wry smile*  At hour 11, I go into the boss' office and we talk.  I walk in the door as a senior consultant.  I walk out as a project manager: raise and promotion.  Maybe this Friday the Thirteenth will do something toward making me think twice about it being bad luck.

Either that or being promoted to project manager is more bad luck than I can appreciate at this moment. *grin*  As things stand right now, however, I'm pretty happy about it.

Now I just need to write.  Because if I only succeed in this area of my life, I'm not going to be truly happy.

So, here I go.  Nose back to the grindstone.  Or something.