Silence

"Silence is golden." That's an expression I've never before understood...until today. She's gone! Well, only for a few weeks, but still! There's a quote from "ELR" that describes her perfectly, even though it's not in exact context: She's the "mole on the backside of my success." Well, she's a mole all right, complete with beady eyes, but she hasn't affected my success in any way. Between her many, MANY pointless lectures (for example, the infamous said mentioned twenty-minute talk on how to use jumbo paper clips vs. regular paper clips) and the pointless diatrabes on how she has to get the specific plate pattern for a wedding gift, but Corel hasn't called her back and she's tried dozens of times and they're ignoring her, so they'll regret for not calling because they'll lose her business, to her many "Hi, girlfriend!"'s when, I'm sorry to say, it's funny to hear her say, I'm just...tired. She's never quiet, and the nosiest person you'd ever meet. And now she's gone!! It'll be a great two weeks.

I know I sound really--well, mean, to say the least. If you knew her, though...you would completely understand. She drives me nuts, and if you ask her to come out of her cubicle she gets huffy because she's putting in extra work. I mean, it does take a lot of effort to push yourself out of the chair, but I wouldn't ask her if it wasn't important.

I just realized how sad it was that I'm actually writing about this, so I'll stop. Just--yea for me! No more of her for two weeks. It's going to be great...crap. I just realized that she comes back right after the fourth of July. THAT'S going to be a good day. I wonder if it's too late to put in for that day off...

My 2nd Mom

My second mother. I love her to death. You never think going through life that you'll ever find someone as good as your own mom--I mean, what really are the chances of it? But then, as a scared, very naive dork coming into college for the first time she found me. I still remember the day--she called to offer me a job. It was fate.

And really, how lucky can you get to love your job and the people you work with? It's a once-in-a-lifetime thing, at least for me. Of course, there's always that one person you don't like, who once gave you a lecture on the differences in usage between jumbo paper clips and regular paper clips. But then...there's my mom.

She always remembers my birthday, and I think I talk to her more than my own mother. She's just...there. I love her to death, and I hate going to a different college because I don't get to see her now. I'm thrilled because I get to see her almost every day this summer, and I bug the crap out of her because I know I won't get to do it in the fall.

Every birthday, holiday, when I left the job, when I've had a bad day--she's always there to give advice, listen, and make the best cake ever. If I could afford it she'd be my personal pastry chef. I dread the end of the summer because I know I won't see her. And apparently she isn't too thrilled with moving to where I live, even though I've sent the movers about five times. Maybe one of these times she'll break down and come, and then I'll have her around all the time.

To my second mother--thank you for everything. I can't tell you how much you mean to me, and I hope this doesn't sound too stalkerish. I love you for being you and who you are, and I hope we never lose touch. At the rate I'm going we won't because I'll be in college for twelve more years but still. Just...thanks. Thanks for being willing to be my second mother.