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Received this email today. Promptly banged head on desk repeatedly: Dean S. really enjoyed our staff potluck last Friday before the monthly staff meeting. So much so that he would like to offer having one every month! The Leadership Team feels that this is a good idea for such a hard-working staff. A suggestion was made to refer back to the themed potlucks we had last year. Thank you, M Fuck.

I went to meet A. at one of my favorite restaurants downtown. As I walked up the street to the quaint little establishment, I noticed it was a bit busy for a Tuesday evening as the patio had a few tables plus a large party on the other side. I continued closer since I knew he was already inside waiting, but then I saw him. From the back. I knew it right away. It was the absentee, plus a table full of his coworkers (or friends since he has none outside of work). I glanced up again and met eyes with one of his colleagues that we had often spent time with together and it was confirmed. What was I to do? Absentee was right next to the doorway, but thankfully facing the opposite direction. I scurried in to meet the boy and soon all was forgotten during the candlelit dinner, wine, and lingering gazes. But of course, the meal ended and we made plans to move onto our next location. His party was still seated out front, but he had changed seats so that his back faced us inside the restaurant. Perhaps this was best, as he probably knew what game we were playing. Thus, I walked out easily with A's arm wrapped around me. It all just seems so silly to me now. I vividly remember the absentee's tales of ducking out of establishments in order to avoid unpleasant encounters, but I would have loved to have just walked up to the table, say hello, and be on my way. Yes, he was a jackass and displayed BBB (bonafide breakup behavior), but it's over. Period. No problem. But that would have made him act awkward, and with that weird twitch he does when he is perplexed I am not sure I could have made it out of there without being in hysterics. Plus, the last thing I would want is for A. to feel awkward. Alas, I know this is not the last of such scenarios. I run into the x on occassion while out and about, but not too many of the other boys, so this is all a bit new to me. How often do people actively avoid places to avoid people? I know one thing for sure... I'm not changing venues anytime soon.

I bought my desktop in June of last year. I had left the x, but he kept my pc (which he had bought me for our anniversary-lovely). I needed a pc, and it was a good price. One feature was an $80 rebate for signing up for high speed internet. This girl doesn't do dial-up, so it was a winner. Rebates are great, but they are intrinsically hassles. Paperwork, documentation, etc. was done and sent. The mandatory 6-8 weeks went by, then months, then longer. I received two postcards stating I hadn't sent any record of registering for high speed during the rebate period. Funny, being that was the only thing I sent them which would, in turn, spurn such a postcard notice. Calls were made, hours were spent being on hold, and I was transferred from department to department in search of someone being able to help me. It's been 5 months now, and I've been told (after being on the phone with them for 58 minutes today) that some "documentation is being transferred to the next department and to give them about 10 business days to process that." Um, sure. Take your time. Call me stubborn, but it's not the money that concerns me anymore. I would pay $80 to get all of this to go away, but it's the principle of customer service and efficiency that this is based on. That, and they've pissed me off.

Funny how things are so coincidental. The boy lives over by Disney, quite a trek from my digs on the eastside and about a half hour on the expressway without traffic. This is a small obstacle, but fully manageable with the proper planning of our slumber parties and rendezvous. Then there is the other factor of 'stuff.' This stuff is contained in a bag and consists of the things in which a proper girl would rightly need for such sleepovers: change of clothes & undergarments, multiple toiletries (although the boy has kindly provided many at his place - told you he was a winner), and most importantly the blow dryer (because wet hair is just ick). Then he declares, "We should live together." After my 'holy crap' moment, I agreed. Out loud. We love each other, madly, but sanely. He loves my dog, furbeast and all. I do not kick him nor does he steal sheets. Hmm... no more need for the stuff bag, right? You should note that this, although a grand idea indeed, shall not actually happen for a few more months (or with my luck, if at all if he comes back to his sanity).

Went to the Social with D, A, and L to see the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players and Andrew Katz. They find vintage slides and write and perform songs along with the slide show. And they're a real family, with their 9 year old playing the drums. They were fantastic! I really wish there were more fabulous shows in town like these guys.