I went in to negotiate yesterday. Maybe I didn't do so horribly on the phone, because my future boss offered me what I really needed-- the ability to make my hours in such a way that I can pretty much still pick Monkey up after school every day.
I start November 12th, which is less than four weeks away. I need to get my ass in gear and finish all these projects I have lying around the house, waiting their turn. I called RE's office and asked about the timing of the hypothetical Immanuel-removing surgery, given that the ultrasound is scheduled for the 5th. The nurse is going to call me back at some point with the news on whether or not they want to move the ultrasound up. Friday is JD's date at the lab. Meaning now he needs to be saving up the swimmers for their Olympic trial, i.e. no funny business until then. Oh, well-- more time for the blogs then.
In the meantime, here are two nuggets of coincidence or cosmic irony, take your pick.
One, we went out to celebrate last night. And a large chunk of the restaurant bill was taken care of by the gift certificate my old job gave me as a going-away present.
And two, my new paycheck will be coming from the Other Big Hospital in the city, the one where I never had any luck with doctors. Moreover, I will have IDs from and offices in both the Other Big Hospital, and the Other Big University, the one my alma matter, the place where I spent the last fifteen years (as a student, graduate student, and a post-doc) loves to scoff at. Am I entering the Opposite World?