Trying to weasel out of having to go back to the Mothership. In FL. In August.
Wish me luck.
[Wrote the above and after reading it several times, wanted to add the following]
My extreme reticence at returning to FL is not just about the location and the oppressively hot and humid month of August. I mean, it is, but it's more than that.
FL is where my life crashed and burned. Most of my hugest life dissapointments happened there. FL is like spinach and cilantro and heights and hurricanes and sadness and tears all rolled into one hot sweaty steamy package. Yuck!
Also?? Being there means being away from J#2. And CO. And Denver. And my life as I love it. And where I am happy. And J#2. Did I mention that?
In the whole scope of things I know this is relatively minor and I really need to keep it in perspective. And J#2 is being very gracious and understanding and all which is what they excel at.
Stiil. Keep your fingers crossed they let me do all this training I **need** to do over the phone. Cause between you and me? I've had the training already. When I joined J#2. But since J#1 does not know I have J#2, it's not like I can really tell J#1.