Friday, December 23, 2005
First of all, let me say I believe bad things come in threes. I AM superstitious and I freely admit it.
The day started off fine, but got weird about mid morning.
I made a really stupid mistake at work. I though a lawyer I worked for had reviewed a motion and approved it, and I told our outside counsel to file it. He filed it. The lawyer said today she'd never reviewed it. I had done my homework and reviewed it, but she had not. She had spoke to the lawyer about it. Lord, I hope she doesn't report that huge mistake to my supervising attorney, or my ass could well be toast there, and I'd regret that. I like my job, even though the company does a lot of stupid things.
Then when I went to lunch, bad thing #3. I realized someone had stolen cash out of my wallet. I had about $50 in there, and it was taken right out of my wallet, probably while I was in the lawyers' office getting my butt chewed out about the mistake. I think I know who did it, but I couldn't prove it. There's no surveillance camera in our cubicle corner. It's not a huge loss, but just a pain, really, that I have to keep my purse in a locked drawer at all times now.
I got to leave early [3 p.m., whoopee] and I came home and we got all the remaining present wrapped, and distributed gifts to the neighbors. We also made some fudge, and some shortbread cookies. Had a good dinner, things were relaxed.
Then about 9, the third bad thing. I got a call from a lady married to one of my father's best friends, Ed Ware. Ed's wife said Ed's daughter is dying. She lives near here. I really didn't know her, but it's so sad. She's 45 years old and dying of ovarian cancer. She has a 6 year old girl. Mother talked to Ed a couple of weeks ago and they had a good visit, though they haven't seen each other in years, but Ed is devastated over his daughter's death. I hardly knew the woman - met her maybe twice, even though Ed lived next door to Mother and Dad for 13 years. So tragic to go out so young, though.
On a brighter note, I was tucking Alesia into bed, and teasingly peeked behind the window curtain and waved to Santa and said "Hi Santa!" Alesia said scornfully, "He isn't out there." I thought of dear, here we go. I started explaining how Santa lives in our hearts, but she interrupted me - "Mom! He's at the North Pole!" She looked at me like, duh, are ya stupid or something? It was so funny.
Busy day tomorrow, lots to do. Hope Bruce stays at least 24 hours before heading home. He was supposed to get in tonight but said he had to work and he'd be here in the morning. I'm not holding my breath that he will be here before lunch. He always manages to screw up Christmas somehow...
