Commencement
The last day at Wuperior Soodcraft. Full of handshakes, hugs, warm wishes, and expressions of how good it was to work with me. And, from me, thanks and gratitude.
I am a much better man as I leave Wuperior Soodcraft than I was the day I walked in.
After the 3:30 buzzer sounded, Nightingale wanted to take me out. Since I got to choose the place, we headed to Starbucks. And so for my last long afternoon at Starbucks, I spent it smoking cigars on the porch of Starbucks with Nightingale, my mentor when I came into the place.
Pretty sweet.
Tonight, at home, I got a phone call from the board chair. They have a schedule for my first week at the new job. Pretty much meetings meetings meetings, and going out on the streets with the staff.
And here's some really good news: since Monday is a slow day, they suggested that I'd only be in the way (I know, sort of an inauspicious beginning, right?), I got the day off. So Monday will be a beach day! A beach day! Yesss! Just what I was hoping for. A little down time.
Besides the weekend, I mean. Although the weekend isn't quite going to be down time. I'm heading up to a gay campground in upstate Pennsylvania (no, not that one, the other one) to spend some time with the guy from the hot tub in his cabin.
I... I... I... I have no idea. Not a clue. I've heard no declarations of his feelings about me in either direction, and so I've spent a heck of a lot of psychic energy making up for that with some pretty extensive tea leaf reading. If I believed in psychics or tarot card readers, I'd be knocking down their doors.
But, of course, I am Fido. I'll chill. I'll bide my time. I'll enjoy the opportunities as they come. And you never know where things might end up.
A secret: last night when I was walking Faithful Companion, I looked up and saw a shooting star. "Quick," I thought, "Make a wish," and right away I made my wish: the man.
But we'll see.
Today is the day of an end and a beginning. None of us knows what the future holds, or where we'll be in a year. (Trust me on that one.) And we never do.
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