CoBuHe
Posted : 8/7/2012 8:16:34 AM
Today is THE day for crazy boss lady. Her new big wiggy job gets annouced today. There is a string of internal communications occuring, followed by a press release for the "outside" world. The word that I'm not following her is starting to get out, very hush hush...but a few people know. But, once its announced...I can start networking to help find her a replacement admin.
The dude whose job she is taking has an admin, of course. But, that admin is not sure if he will be taking her with him. Wouldn't it just be fabulous if this gal could inherit crazy boss lady? She already knows the organization, she knows the business, etc. My luck could not be that good. But, one could wish upon a star. 
I am the worst at keeping secrets from Rick. The absolute worst.
First of all, after my incident of runaway scooter yesterday, he drove up, seriously, not 10 minutes after I told you guys about it. So, had I been stuck...I wouldn't have been stuck for too long.
So, anyway, he comes in the house and we have our regular chat about how the day went, etc. etc. Then, he sits down to watch the news and asks how the foot was today; and how my conversation went with the physical therapist (we had to cancel yesterday's appt because he had wor work). Then, he asks me if I attempted any steps. I said: "I took a couple of steps." 
About an hour later, he is eating his dinner, and I turn around to him and up from my belly I purge the words: "I have a confession to make!" He says: "Okayyy." I said: "You are going to laugh at this." And, of course, my nervousness about confessing makes me laugh. I tell him the whole story of the scooter rolling away from me and how I just stood there not knowing how I was going to get myself out of this one. Then, I told him that I baby-stepped the six or so feet from the door to the scooter. During this time I'm telling him my confession, he just shakes his head and smiles. 
I really was expecting a "talking to." But, he didn't get on to me at all. I think he held it in...thankfully. Later, as we sit on the couch watching TV, he said: "You are not to go out the front door when you are home alone." I, very submissively, said: No, I won't do that anymore."
After this I started having memories of 14 years ago when we had horses and I wasn't working at the time. I was new to horses, and anxious to ride. But he asked me not to deal with horses when I was home alone. He was at work one day, and I rebelliously decided I wanted to take my (spirited) mare into the round pen and ride. Everything was going fine...I dressed the horse with no problem, she was nice and relaxed. But, when I hopped up into the saddle, the bItch kicked up and knocked me right off, hitting my head on the round pen. Yep...I saw stars. And, he was none to happy with me when I confessed that story. 