July 13, 2000 — Making up for the bad ones

Today was quite possibly the best day of my life. As a result, I will almost undoubtedly get hit by a bus tomorrow.

So to begin: I managed to completely forget about my dentist appointment, not being terribly bright due to my current sleep habits, but luckily my mom called me (isn't that sweet?) and I made it on time. Why did this contribute to my good day, you ask? It seems I'm getting my braces off in one month, and I might not need a retainer since they're sticking top and bottom permanent retainers in. Wonderful, isn't it?

But it gets better.

I get back to work, and I find out that the project that has haunted me for over a year and that has been ruining my life with hours of phone tag and my having to learn WinHELP has been put on hold indefinitely (and I was guaranteed that "indefinitely" will last out the summer).

So at this point, I was trying to figure out if there would be any new projects in the office to keep my busy for the two weeks that this project would have taken up. I check my anti-greg email.

There's a message from Grand Royal asking me to call a Adam about the BV3 site. After about an hour of calling operators and trying to figure out why the number's not working, I call Ian, the Webmaster whose resume makes mine look like that of a McDonald's employee, and got Adam's cellphone number. So I call, and without going too much into the details, it seems that I'll be getting paid to do the BV3 site and will actually be getting enough that I can quit my job several weeks early and not have my university fund suffer.

So my office life will end three or four weeks early and I'll get paid to do design work, which I actually enjoy, instead of this drone-level markup business, with useless tech support. I could feel my quality of life rising by the second. The implication was made that if this went well, there might be more work for me at Grand Royal too, which also was extremely good news (although I'm not holding my breath).

So to re-cap: in four weeks, I will have quit my job, had my braces removed, and will be working full-time doing the Bran Van 3000 site. *happy sigh*

So after that I just smiled for most of the day, paid for my titanium barbell at Living Colour, slept for the one-point-five hours it takes to get home on the bus, and did little else productive all evening.

So your thought for tomorrow ought to be, "I sure hope Greg doesn't get hit by a bus to make up for yesterday." Or conversely...