Paul and Katie and I made the crossing – my new boss, may he be praised and adored – another Finn, what is it with the Finns anyway? – let me out early enough that we could easily catch the six o’clock. It is one of the new boats, the German ones, and it shudders and groans like it was a twenty year boat needing drydock. Paul of course went and talked to a staffer and learned that the screws don’t submerge deep enough and the damned things burn fuel like a Viking funeral. Argh, what the hell is wrong with this province? Didn’t we learn about this kinda crap with the Fast Cat? Argh I say again.
Work ended, amusingly enough, with me going to my new boss, who is, as far as I can tell, a man who prizes his ability to keep his facial expression under tight control, and saying, “Hey, somebody is going to come by you and say that I’m lazy, incompetent and a menace to the company!” “Which somebody?” “Really? When she comes to complain can I ask her about the 15 emails I’ve sent her that she’s never answered?” Then his face twitched, and I burst out laughing. What happened to Patricia? Alaaaaaaaaaas, she went to the dark side and into Inside Sales. LTGW said, tersely, “A good fit for her skill set.” Well, duh. Anyway, I have to come up with a good nickname for my new boss, because he richly deserves one and I am not going to use his real name because he does not have the same sprightly approach to life, work and all that as my previous (and much missed for the joy of her physical presence, I have to say) boss.
The middle part of work was also amusing. The new VP engineering sat with my lunch bunch, which freaked the hell out of me. VPs never sit at my table. I looked around at the guys and said, uh oh. New VP sez, What? “Well I’m not really used to controlling my language,” to which the response was, “It’s okay, I was in the navy.” “Not like this you weren’t” but of course that just meant that everybody at the table peppered the new VP with questions about life on a fast attack nuclear sub, for which he was the chief maintenance dude. I should mention at this point that the new VP is in his mid forties, could give George Clooney a run for his money in terms of looks and charm, and is a triathlete.
SIMULTANEOUSLY ScaryClown and I asked if he’d ever been attacked by a giant squid. Actually I got the question out first, but ScaryClown said, “I wanted to ask that!” Then we burst out laughing and gave each other a fist bump. Our new squid overlords are turning out quite fine.
The rest of the day I sent angry emails, entered returns, made Tanya laugh, missed Cris, had yet ANOTHER email encounter with the WORST CUSTOMER EVER and wrote one email which triggered another email which said, “Oh yeah, we didn’t actually consult customer service about that. My meeting, let me show it to you.” Then I abruptly remembered that I have a new boss, and made a pretence of consulting him, and then he said, “Uh, I think that’s a meeting I want to attend… I have a few questions myself.” So once again, I poked the bear and lived. And my boss let me leave early. And Paul let me drive.
Back to Victoria. Lexi and Darwin -asleep and thus not evident- were here, as were the parents and Unca Barry. Unca Barry had brought a really interesting documentary about the last sailing of a four masted cargo vessel around Cape Horn, which I didn’t watch because I was too busy blabbing with Lexi and Katie.
I had a really good night’s sleep, although I miss wireless, because normally I sleep with my computer (what? What?) and I just roll over in the morning and start surfing the internet. (Yes, I know that will have to change when the heavens open and I actually have a special somebody to sleep with on a regular basis, in the meantime, it’s how it is in my life. At least it’s warm.)
Paul went off to stay with his bro, Dr. Filk, and will be back to collect me as we will be flying up the Island Highway to see his cousin Ruth IF the weather cooperates because it’s supposed to bucket snow.
Keith really wanted to come but somebody had to feed kitties. Also, unlike Katie, he is actually physically and emotionally capable of getting here on his own; thus the requirement to have an adult always accompany her.
I can hear Darwin!!!! Time to go be a cousin.