Thanksgiving

A boy read my Tarot cards 13-14 years ago in the Pit. Thoth deck. I thought of kissing him after, but pulled away.

Two weeks ago, at the no-longer-housewarming party, I thought I saw him again. He was taller, though, his face was fuller. But I remember that hair, I remember those glasses, and the gentle look.

I should have asked him if he was that boy. Maybe he remembered what my reading was. I certainly cannot.

Went back to work. Less coughing, but I cannot do high notes, and I still cough hard.

I think I have an idea of a 'perfect job', but I have to work at it a little.

I feel more energetic, but I am aware that I need to go to bed early enough to keep that momentum. So, night.

What I did last year

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I am apparently better at customer service and telephone etiquette than I thought I was.

But if I try for a position in my company, they will all 'you have to raise your accuracy scores.' And getting 4 errors out of 18 is not good. I have to tell myself it will not always be like this.

I could pass the Chicago Style editing exam if I get my hands on the book.

I'd go for an editor or tech writing position, but they look for 5-10 years of experience. I have been writing help files on and off since 1997--does that qualify or they mean continuous job?

I suggested a sheet with past e-mails and spoken announcements. My supervisor said she would pass it on to the subject matter expert, but I haven't heard anything this week. I am starting some of it, and I wonder if I should even bother continuing it.

I do need two things: ideas for a step-by-step instruction sheet and another person I can use for a recommendation.

Gah, I spent another Saturday at home. Moron.