…:::jamieleigh:::…

i had an excruciatingly bad day two days ago. i made a badbadbad mistake. so bad that the thought of booking on my job actually crossed my mind. now, this was no ordinary “I gotta get the hell outta hereâ€?, this was an all-out “CRAP. i need to get the hell outta here. i’ll never be able to talk to craig again…. i should leave the countryâ€? feeling. thankfully i “stuck it outâ€? (thanks, papa) and was able to fix the issue for very little cost to the client. dammit.

after that happened i was sure some kind of retribution should be paid. nothing like lightening striking me down, but a wee fender-bender, or my toilet breaking down or something along that purgatorial line.

i waited.

finished painting my office, its a pretty robin’s egg blue. moved all my furniture back in the office, looks fiftygazillion times better- clean, organized, clutter-free, etc. worked my ass off- people like me. went out for dinner with the grandparents, had a super good time, inherited good knickknacks and another two years of National Geo. started recording with ernad and it went really well. got paid a super nice check and found out that i got a bonus (FRIGGINFAT)… what coincidence?

hmmmm. grace is a really neat-o thing.

goals are getting completed, that makes me feel even better. why the neurosis drives me to check the items off the list i’ll never know. 1&2: starting on the check, 3: hopefully i’ll buy the books today, 4: resting is a state of mind that i work hard at every day.

the end.

hooray for fullford days.