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What a weekend. I've so much to talk about, but I can only cover a smattering of what I want to discuss.

Saturday we went to the wedding reception of the father of some friends of mine. He was much like a father to me too when I was in high school. His wife died of cancer a couple of years ago and her best friend (the bride of the weekend) insinuated herself immediately into the life of the grieving widower. Playing it cool the entire time, she told me a month ago how she was going to buy a not-too-fancy dress for the wedding, after all she is in her 50's and he is about 10 years older. What did she actually wear, you ask? A white wedding dress with a full train and no veil but a TIARA! All a bunch of us could say was, "Wear the crown, be the crown." Puhlease! We didn't go to the wedding ceremony as it was only immediate family members, but I was told, the bride nearly ran down the aisle. At least there was a pre-nup.

On another note, I started a new job today. I really liked the optometrist's office, but the pace was too slow and the dead times were mind-numbing. Also, I really felt my intellect was not being used at even 50% of it's potential. And yeah, there were no benefits and the money sucked. But other than that, I loved it. So, I am embarking on a new venture in my life. Today was my first day and there was enough information thrown at me to really stimulate some brain waves for a change. I really feel good about this new position, so I am not going to talk too much about it just yet except to insert a little related rant about my mother.

I was pretty sure she'd be happy about the change, but of course, it was in her own Mom kind of way. I didn't tell her about it until this past weekend (the wedding was in my hometown about an hour and a half from here and we stayed with my parents) even though I was offered the position about 2 weeks ago. So, the first thing she says to me is, "You'll have to dress up, you'd better go looking through my closet."
"Ummm, I have nice clothes."
"You do??!!"
"Yeah, I had to dress nicely for the doctor's office." Besides the fact that you are 20 years older, and nearly 5 inches shorter and I don't like your taste in clothes. Grrrr!

So the second thing she wants to discuss is my salary. She feels its her right to know and procedes to guess what it might be. Her guess is about ten grand too high and, of course, until that moment I was feeling really good about my upcoming salary. Regardless of the fact that I know her guess is outrageously out of touch with reality and I told her flat out that it was none of her business, and I will not, will not, will not ever tell her, she still succeeded in making me angry. Not even the knowledge that I make waaay more than her helps. How do I know? I once worked at the same company as her and since it was a Union shop, the pay scales were in the union contract.

Finally, I am freaking a little today. I checked my stats and found to my surprise that someone from the Office of the Chie f of Na val Re_search did a search which happend to be the title of one of my entries and found my blog.
I always feel like somebody's watching me.
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