My jobs are like ghosts

I am not totally feeling up to par today. Yesterday was such a shot in the gut for most of the day. The early afternoon was spent in court with my former employer. They are going to issue their ruling in fifteen days. But I feel like I did well and that the judgment will come down in my favor. ***Knock on Wood***

Usually when I feel things are going to go my way they don’t so naturally I am going to be tense until it is said and done.

After court I went and picked up Monica and went to Roosevelt Island. After that we drove up to Montgomery County and had burritos. Why we drove all the way up to Montgomery County for that I am not sure but suffice to say that we did. In case there are questions regarding my dating life – no comment – I am not making any decisions until after I am back on my feet again. I have to say that it really sucked having to listen to what was said yesterday.

I am still upset that from yesterday. Having to listen to someone just lie like that about your performance was such a slap in the face. My feeling is that if the decision comes down in my favor he will appeal yet again. This is his third and final appeal on this level and he has lost the first two. The next level will be much more costly on both sides but he is the type of person that will cut off his nose to spite his face. We will see what happens.

So I am not sure about Monica yet --- the first part of the afternoon I just wanted to go back home. But as the night went on I actually started enjoying being around her. I enjoyed it so much that when I dropped her off I really didn’t want to see her go. Funny how much a few hours can change our opinion of a person. I didn’t get much sleep and I am at work right now with nothing to do. I have not seen my boss is almost eleven days and I need some direction.

I wish that Joe and Alyssa would give me the go ahead to blab my big mouth about Alyssa being pregnant. It is practically killing me keeping it quiet for this long. Alyssa said it is almost time - But for crying out load how long can I be expect to keep a secret.

Quote of the Day:

When I was a kid growing up my dad always used to tell me he was an entrepreneur—which I looked up in the dictionary and learned is French for "between preneur." And although I'm not absolutely certain, I'm pretty sure preneur means "jobs."