Still Holding My Breath With Every New Message Received

Work is quiet today, maybe a little too quiet. For reason’s unknown, more than half of our office decided to take today off. I only wish I would have thought to take the day off as well. But here I am doing little to no work today. But I am pretty sure that no one is really doing much other than just pushing papers around their desk today.

I told my office of my damage deposit debacle, and they are all up in arms now. RDP drafted a strongly worded letter, and stated he had no objection on going to court to get our money, if he had to. I am fairly confident in our case. It is nice to have a lawyer on retainer and readily on hand.

As last night came and went, I resigned myself to the fact that I was not going to be attending Fall Ball this year. I didn’t take the advice of our Bishop’s wife and ask someone to go with me. I adamantly told her that I would do my part at the girl choice, Preference (fingers, of course, crossed behind my back.) but that I wasn’t going to ask a guy to every dance this year.

I kept, foolishly, waiting for the grand gesture. But, unlike cheesy Made-For-TV movies, this never really happens in real life. A friend of mine once wished that his life was a little more movie magic and less reality. But in order for that to occur it requires courage and a willingness to put your heart out there; two things that I am convinced my generation lacks.

So, I will try to hide my disappointment and persuade myself that it is only because the dance was limitedly advertised that I was looked over.

“We’ll get them in the playoffs.” Moving on.

I have no plans this weekend, except to do some major cleaning! It is easy for everywhere to become such a mess if you neglect it. It seems like everywhere from my house, to my room, my car to even my organized office has just become mass chaos.

Usually a promoter of the disposable lifestyle we have all become accustomed to, I have only recently realized that we produce way too much garbage! Everyday there seems to be another bag full of used products, expired food and excess packaging. It is no wonder that the polar bears are all dying! So I am taking the weekend to channel my inner Captain Planet. We will see how long this idea lasts.

Thanks to all of you, for whatever you do. It is duly noted.

Missing Eric.

Still waiting.

As Always,