Urban Drool

With all the gripping and complaining about my job, I don’t know if I have ever really specified what it is that I do.

I am a Legal Assistant in a small law firm that specializes in immigration and naturalization law. My specific role at the office is primarily on the preparation and filing of professional visas and permanent resident applications for folks who are being sponsored by their employer. A large majority of our clients are scientists and medical personnel from area hospitals.

Including the hospital where I had Lucy.

I have worked on dozens of applications for doctors who work at that hospital. Every time I do, there is a little part of me that stares at their name on the file and wonders “where you there that day? There were so many doctors and nurses and specialists in the room, where you one of the people who saved me and saved my uterus?”

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Something really, really, REALLY REALLY good might happen to me soon. If it happens, I will be over the moon. If it doesn’t happen, I will be more crushed than I have been in a long time, which is to say, pretty fucking crushed.

I am notoriously superstitious. I hate walking near ladders for fear that I might accidentally walk underneath it. I carry a little hunk of streaked polished jade around in my pocket on really important days or whenever I take a test. If I spill salt, I always throw some of it over my left shoulder before I clean it up. If I am walking along and notice a coin TAILS SIDE UP I turn it over so that it’s heads up and walk away (that’s good juju, in case you didn’t know. It allows someone else to pick up the now “lucky” coin and get the good luck themselves, which in turn, will bring good luck to you for being such a generous person).

Silly? Absolutely. But, it doesn’t hurt anything and it brings me a wee bit of comfort so there you go.

Anyway, I bring this up to explain why I’m not really talking about it. I am afraid that if I talk about it too much than I won’t get it. Like…fate will punish me for assuming that I deserve it by taking it away from me.

Heh.

Let’s leave it at this: there might be a position opening at a place that would be perfect in every. single. way. for me to work at. They say they want to talk to me. We are trying to set up a time to meet.

That’s it.

I have already screwed myself by building this up in my mind about how WONDERFUL it would be. I have already planned out, in my head, how long it would take me to drive there, how much more time with the baby I would have and where I would get take out for my lunches.

Sigh.

I know, I’m completely fucked now, right? Shouldn’t even have brought it up.

I’ll keep you guys posted. Win or Lose this one, I’ll let ya know.



“You take what you've learned from this life and use it in the next. That's karma.”
”I thought karma was I do something bad in this life and I'm a termite in the next.”
”Hey, if you ask me, pal, you're already a termite in this life in a shitty suit, OK?”


“It’s the Karma Credit Plan, buy now, pay forever”


“Well I, for one, am v-v-very interested to see w-w-what's going to happen next.”



C’mon guys, what totally awesome movie are the above quotes from? Winner gets….I dunno…to say that they’re the winner.