I got called into the Boss' office today. It was a good visit.
I was asked to give a little bit of background about myself and describe why I would be a good office supervisor (I have been supervising the office for two weeks already)...it was just a formality interview, I was told right away that my promotion would go into effect Monday.
I had been expecting it but it was good to finally hear it from On High. My job duties won't be different, I have been serving as supervisor already, the only real change will be in my paycheck...and better parking. And a key. And PC access. But mainly the paycheck. And a sense of pride- I set my sights on this particular job months ago and had all but given up when I was called and offered a lesser position. Now I have the job that I wanted in the first place.
Tomorrow The Twin will arrive and we'll visit relatives in town.
The Twin has been at Dad's (it feels strange calling it Dad's, it was always my grandmother's) house for a couple of days and the Twin has barely seen Dad. We guess he's holed away upstairs, drinking alone. Twin had a argument with him about Christmas- he wanted Dad to participate- but Dad declared that he wanted to stay at home, alone. Dad really hurts my brother - Twin drove 800 miles to visit and the first thing he had to do was clean the kitchen. Then an argument with Dad, followed by more cleaning. Dad would rather drink than see his son. It's beyond sad.
Dad has placed himself under a sort of Alcoholic House Arrest. He can leave the house enough to purchase booze and prepared foods, but leaving the house long enough to sober up is out of the question. By nightfall, he is invariably too drunk to walk, much less drive. He has chosen to live under a curfew of his own design.
I guess I should be sad or lonely or angry and maybe I am- a little- but mostly I'm happy and looking forward to seeing my brother again- and to my two radio shows this weekend- and to my 'new' job after that- it feels good to be looking forward again, period.
Have Happy Days!