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Most of the news that's fit to print
Sep. 21st, 2006 04:13 pm. . . from my beat, anyway.
The house is all but sold, with the buyers wanting to close as early as next Tuesday. Hip hip hooray, and all that jazz, only I'm losing money on the deal (upshot: no capital gains tax will be paid by me next April 15), because the buyers treated the transaction as though we were in an East African Bazaar. The whole thing is leaving a bad taste in my mouth (much like the state of Iowa did), but I'll be glad to have it over and done with.
Speaking of things I'd like to have over and done with, I have yet to hear word on the proceedings I began when I left the university, although we are now officially one week overdue. I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you. Or someone would have to kill me. One or the other. I wait.
Soon, though, I'll be able to think of Iowa as nothing but a bad dream. Yay.
The job here is going well so far, and I've had plenty of time to be a lazy bum because the job is only part-time right now, and I've been able to do much of the work from home. They are gradually giving me more to work on, though, so I'm easing into full-timeship, which should happen officially after next week. I hope. No one's given me the low-down skinny on the Real Job they hired me for, probably because it's all SuperSecret Proprietary stuff and I haven't taken the secret pledge, yet.
There is a barbecue at the office tomorrow, and one of my bosses today told me to be sure to come as early as I can in the morning because they're taking the executive pictures. Apparently, I'm a part of that :) So I've been told to dress nicely, at least from the waist up. (Insert gales of laughter as my two bosses chide each other for breaking the sexual harrassment rules. These guys are a riot, they're so cute.) They're welcoming me to the company family with all the warmth and generosity I needed after leaving my last job. I'll even have a business card, before too long.
Me. With a business card. Kewl.
I'm still trying to get used to this "Dr. Ramey" thing.
Soon, I'll have to start getting used to "Mrs. Hartung", too.
Yikes!
The house is all but sold, with the buyers wanting to close as early as next Tuesday. Hip hip hooray, and all that jazz, only I'm losing money on the deal (upshot: no capital gains tax will be paid by me next April 15), because the buyers treated the transaction as though we were in an East African Bazaar. The whole thing is leaving a bad taste in my mouth (much like the state of Iowa did), but I'll be glad to have it over and done with.
Speaking of things I'd like to have over and done with, I have yet to hear word on the proceedings I began when I left the university, although we are now officially one week overdue. I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you. Or someone would have to kill me. One or the other. I wait.
Soon, though, I'll be able to think of Iowa as nothing but a bad dream. Yay.
The job here is going well so far, and I've had plenty of time to be a lazy bum because the job is only part-time right now, and I've been able to do much of the work from home. They are gradually giving me more to work on, though, so I'm easing into full-timeship, which should happen officially after next week. I hope. No one's given me the low-down skinny on the Real Job they hired me for, probably because it's all SuperSecret Proprietary stuff and I haven't taken the secret pledge, yet.
There is a barbecue at the office tomorrow, and one of my bosses today told me to be sure to come as early as I can in the morning because they're taking the executive pictures. Apparently, I'm a part of that :) So I've been told to dress nicely, at least from the waist up. (Insert gales of laughter as my two bosses chide each other for breaking the sexual harrassment rules. These guys are a riot, they're so cute.) They're welcoming me to the company family with all the warmth and generosity I needed after leaving my last job. I'll even have a business card, before too long.
Me. With a business card. Kewl.
I'm still trying to get used to this "Dr. Ramey" thing.
Soon, I'll have to start getting used to "Mrs. Hartung", too.
Yikes!
