It’s Thursday, and for those of you keeping track of this sort of thing, that means it’s exactly one week from the date of my Exit Interview in which I was told that we’d hear something “in about a week.”
Of course, interpreting that leaves many options: (1) We’ll hear something in one calendar week, seven days; (2) We’ll hear something in one week per business, that is, seven business days; (3) We’ll hear something in more or less a week, but that’s dependent upon lawyers’ busy schedules, meaning it could be much longer.
As (1) is no longer a contender, let’s hope for option (2).
My Grandma, in her daily check to see if I’ve heard from B&T yet, said to me that she’s just going to keep thinking that “No news is good news.” And, there is some truth to that, because no news means that I haven’t been rejected from B&T either. But as a wise comic-strip artist once opined, “The misery of uncertainty is far worse than the certainty of misery.” Even if I’m getting a “Sorry…thanks, but no thanks” letter from B&T, I’d rather just know so that I can stop obsessing over it and wondering and hoping and wishing, and just move on to figuring out what I’m going to do from here.
But my first choice, the optimum ideal happening, would still be to get a letter saying, more or less, “We would love to have you join the B&T team!” Oh, what a happy, happy day that would be.
We had a glimmer of hope that news had arrived when N8 called my house this evening to tell me that an envelope from B&T arrived in today’s mail in Valpo. I had him open it at once, but it turned out to be just a reimbursement check for a lunch I purchased on my lunch spending account. Something I’m glad to receive, but the adrenaline kicked in expecting it to be THE letter, which it wasn’t.
Maybe it will come tomorrow?
In post-teeth-extraction news, I’m still doing okay. I’m eating a variety of foods, but still nothing too crunchy (no popcorn, no nuts, no seeds, etc.). And I have to chew everything with my front teeth, so Mums says I look like I’m getting ready to throw up whenever I eat. Attractive, eh? Hopefully this will only be for another couple days! I’m tired of having aching gums and sore jaw muscles. I’m ready to be back to normal. I’m tired of rinsing and irrigating and rinsing some more and trying to make sure that no miniscule particle of food remains anywhere in my mouth at any time. Plus, I can feel the stitches with the side of my tongue; they’re kind of perpetually touching my tongue, which makes it seem as though there’s something in my teeth or stuck in my mouth. Which, technically, there is (the stitches, duh), but still, it’s kind of an irritance because objects in the mouth always feel about 30 times larger and more obtrusive than they really are.
I think the swelling is down slightly today, though I still have overly pronounced jowels. Again, hopefully I’m over the worst of everything and the next several days will issue in a speedy road to full recovery.
And THE letter from B&T. (You know, as long as I’m wishin’ for stuff.)
Take care, and check 6.
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Sorry again for the emergency panic with what turned out to be your check
I am sure the next one will have better news!
I’d rather you call me, and have it turn out to be a false alarm, than have THE letter sitting and waiting for me, and no one knew. So, no harm no foul. No apologies needed!