Change, even when asked/hoped for, is the most feared thing in the life of the alcoholic (except maybe other than running outta booze/drugs).
Yesterday afternoon I got the call. I got the call I had been hoping for (but not praying for, God's will only). The CEO of that mortgage co called out of the blue and we had an impromptu 10 minute phone interview. At the conclusion of our conversation he invited me to (guess where... pause for dramatic effect)
HOUSTON! for my training as a new Branch Manager. I will be down that way the week of 5/15/06, staying out near 290/Pinemont 610/Ella. Anyhow, I have preparing for, fearful of, dreading, hoping for, anxious to hear about, so on so forth... this little venture for awhile now. WhenI hung up my cell phone yesterday, i wanted to do cartwheels back to my desk!! But, since I was at work with the company I will soon be leaving, I had to maintain (not easy for a fellow who wears his hear ton his sleeve). As this all sinks in I am excited, relieved to be moving on, fearful as hell and a little bit giddy. I am glad tonite is home group nite!
I have to cut this short as I am meeting a cusomter in 10 mins! Yee Haw!!
my family (yes, you too Comso)
something to look forward to
that I have lost nearly all the 7 lbs I put on while eating like a madman on vacation!
bloggage, I missed y'all!