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little pink houses
So anyday now I should be getting my work evaluation. I'll have been here four years on May 15th....you know the cliche - time, it's been a-flyin'.
As part of my annual review I had to write up a self-evaluation/goals/etc type of thing. In it I mentioned, in a pretty diplomatic way I think, how disatisfied I am with the lack of feedback around here. Aside from my immediate boss I rarely get any sort of feedback - or hell, even a freaking hello, how are you? - from any of the other higher-ups. It's quite frustrating, I often feel as if I'm invisible, unimportant. I guess that probably sounds trivial considering that I get paid well and I've always received an "exceeds standards" mark on previous reviews....but still...
Well, anyway, it's been two weeks since I turned in the evaluation to my immediate boss and suddenly Senior Boss is talking to me like there's no tomorrow. Coincidence? I think not.
Should be interesting once the actual evaluation happens. In my fantasies they all feel really bad for ignoring me and they offer me a huge raise to make me feel better.
Fantasies are nice.
Especially when you're starting to look for a house.
There's a three-bedroom, one-bath adorable-as-all-hell pink house a few miles away from where we live now. Very cute. Very cute street. Very cute shade of pink. Only $299,000! Which is actually amazing for a three bedroom (albeit very small three-bedroom) house around these parts. God how I want it. That we have not even been approved for a loan and do not know how much we will qualify for is beside the point. That we do not know if we can afford the mortgage on a place like that -even with first time home-buyers assistance is beyond the point. I want this cute little pink house with its hardwood floors and gorgeous front porch and shady lawn and sweet little quiet street.
Gah.
I am house-obsessed lately. I am dreaming houses. I am driving GB nuts talking about houses. E-mailing him about houses. Chattering endlessly, endlessly, endlessly about houses. I think (I hope) that this means I am truly ready for a house.
I wonder if I'll ever feel this way--start acting this way -- about having a child?
Ah, I just e-mailed GB a picture of the little pink house - he e-mailed back: "it looks awesome!" Which we all know is code for chill out Shivers, get a grip already.
I want this house so bad it's making my heart ache.
No seriously.
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this is the house:
4:55 pm - 04.27.04
sounds: Quasi - Hot Shit
words:
i am: aching
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