The Sticky Wicket

This is a story of a girl. A girl who had met the boy, fell in love, was asked, accepted, and made the plans - only to be told 4 years later that it had been a good ride. This is the story of a heartbreak. And the possible rebuilding of Rome from the ashes.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Today is Tuesday.

So I had an amazing day yesterday where I was able to explore a federal agency that I would really enjoy working professionally. I was able to pick the brains of women working there and get a feel for what they do and how they like it, and most importantly if they have funding.

My dream placement was filled, but then the person left. So it is open (YAY!), but not being filled due to budget restraints (BOO!), but may open up when I finish my endless degree (YAY!) That is uplifting and hopeful, and my professional friend there that arranged the day was very positive about the way things work. As in - things just work, when you are done with thesis, placement will open.

Let's hope!

DCS had a really great day too, met his mentor whom he got on like peas and carrots with, so I am really happy for him. And we had a decent phone conversation, like really decent, just normal and chatty, not angry and accusing or weepy and whining. Thank goodness.

Is normality too much to hope for?

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