Well...maybe I'll try starting this thread up again.
In my last post I mentioned the tumor H had removed. Everything ended up going well, thank goodness. It wasn't exactly what the doctor's thought it was, but it WAS benign. So that's all you need to know, I think.
Things with H have been very good. He has started calling frequently. He called once because he was having such a bad day-He didn't do that before the bomb! He doesn't just call on the weekends. He calls whenever he can! Unheard of. I think it just took time for him to associate calling me with pleasure. Persistance and lots of being sweet and sympathetic, even when I get tired of his complaints about everything from brocoli to hump back whales. But it's easier and easier to give him my sympathy and gratitude. After all, today is his birthday and he is spending it underway, with no birthday cake, party, card, presents, nothing. And he likes that stuff. I sent stuff, but the ship left before his home port post office got it, and now it will all have to be rerouted to his port of call.
He also has been more and more supportive of my writing. I went to a large writers conference and had some serious interest from literary agents for the book I'm writing about my experience as the only female at an isolated military base. I told H about it and he has been open to helping me fill in some holes in my memory (since he was at the unit also).
Really, the only thing I can complain about right now is the women I work with in my office. Talk about a seething pit of bitches. I just don't fit in, not that I want to. I'm a blind stumbling fool when it comes to all those unspoken rules and office politics. Give me a table of tone deaf engineer types any day. I guess I am gratefull that THIS is what I can complain about these days. These are people that were here before me and will be here long after I'm gone. Beyond making my life temporarily annoying, I know I get to leave it all behind eventually.
I really wanted to return the favor with H and call him about the really bad day I had at work last Thursday, but like I mentioned, he's underway. I really wanted to tell him about how I mentioned that we probably should do something about the electrical hazard in the corner, which lead to the physical plant director spotting a second code violation, which meant that we wouldn't have room for the mini fridge in the office, which meant I was in the dog house for starting shit, which prompted me to ask the office next door if they had room and would like to share the fridge with us, which worsened my situation, because it turns out the women in my office can't stand the thought of sharing a fridge with those "wierdos" next door. I would just love to stand up and scream, "listen you small minded inbred administrative lackies...maybe you should try boot camp, officer candidate school, isolated duty, moving to Alaska so your husband can leave you there, making it as a working single mom, and still carving out time to make it to the gym and write a book...then try finding time to arguing about where the f*cking office mini fridge should go."
Yeah, that's exactly what I should have done. But obviously there's a reason I'm a writer, not an impromptu speaker.
