Promotions, Part II

Now, with the previous being said in my last post there's also been another new development with Daisy's company -- and not just with her promotion.

As I mentioned before, Daisy and I went to a July 4th party thrown by one of the other managers on her shift (who, I suppose, she is now equal to with her new promotion? I think?). It was a good opportunity not only to get out of the house, but for me to meet some of the people she works with and works for, and to have some fun at the same time.

You know me if you've been reading this blog for a while -- I am not a social person by most stretches of the imagination. I am exceedingly friendly and outgoing when in social situations, yes, but I am not an inherently outgoing and social person on my own. As I said before, I'm the guy who likes to listen to a lot of podcasts, play his 2DS, drink coffee and smoke outside on the porch, dick around on the computer, sleep, and watch Netflix. That's who I am; that's what I do for fun.

Still, the party was very nice and was actually really fun, but its overall importance was the networking aspects of it. I'm fairly certain that Daisy's appearance at the party, along with my own, helped secure her promotion. I'm also fairly certain that my appearance there with her, as well as some good-natured subtle prodding at work after the party, is what got my ball picked back up within the company.

Let me explain.

At the party itself, one of Daisy's managers mentioned to her that he was going to check into what happened to my application and query about why I was never called back. After all, I did two interviews with the company, as you probably know, and it's not like I'm an idiot -- I'm a former college professor, for fuck's sake. I took this as a good sign.

A few days later, my name was apparently brought up again, and was once more pushed forward and offered up to the hiring managers or what-have-you.

Last night, Daisy told me that said manager had asked my application to be pulled (read: "hire this person now") and that I should hear something in a few days. With Daisy included, I now have recommendations from three different managers (one of whom works on dayshift, but who is a good friend of ours) and possibly a fourth. I was informed through her that I should hear something in the next few days at the most.

"They won't contact me until Monday at least," I said. "They won't do it during the weekend, right?"

"Nope," she said. "None of those people work on weekends."

"Well, this puts me in a rather difficult situation," I told her. "If they call me and offer me the job at [company], I'm going to take it...but unless they do that before Wednesday, I have to go on with my life as per the usual, which entails reading all of that literature and making that presentation for [university]."

"I don't know when the next training classes start," Daisy said. "I think they said the 16th or 17th?"

"That's Wednesday or Thursday," I said.

Obviously, if I get called with a job offer on Monday or Tuesday, I'm going to take it and will call/email to cancel the interview I have with the university on Wednesday. If I don't hear anything from them by Tuesday night, then I'll be going on the interview at the university as was originally planned, as that's the smartest thing to do right now -- stay the course and all that, even if the course may be changing soon.

In the meantime I will more than likely have to make that presentation one way or another (probably in PowerPoint) with the cutoff date/time being Tuesday night at the latest; I've decided that if I hear nothing from Daisy's company on Monday, then Monday night I will sit down and start on it, and if I don't finish it then I'll finish it on Tuesday sometime. This does cut into available family/relaxation time, however; when Daisy's off (Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights) we have our own plans, as it's the only real time we get to spend together that isn't interrupted by her job, sleep schedule, or other obligations and weekly errands/tasks. In that sense I'm giving myself a bit of a window of opportunity one way or the other for one job or the other -- because, believe me, I'd be really pissed off if I spent hours making this presentation for the university, then five minutes after I finished I received a call from Daisy's company that tells me I'm hired. I'm not going to burn the calories and time on the presentation if I don't have to. I have episodes of Mad Men to watch.

In other news, I have slowly been making my way through the list of people to send Thank-You cards to; yesterday I got my new address labels and stamp in the mail, so I no longer have to be irritated writing in our address over and over on any and all envelopes I'll send out in the future, at least for the foreseeable future anyway. There are 280 address labels and the stamp, so I'm set for a long time. I don't know how long it'll take me to go through 280 labels, but I'm guessing it'll take a while. The most mail I send out at any given time of year for the past two years has been for my graduation announcements, our wedding "save the date" announcements, and Christmas cards -- and I barely send any Christmas cards anymore. Now that Daisy and I are married, Christmas cards (probably with an adorable Christmas photo of us with the cats) are basically mandatory now, so we'll be sending a ton of them from this year forward.

Mainly because I want an adorable Christmas photo of us and the cats.

Ahem. Anyway.

So I have maybe five or six more people to send notes to before I'm done with everyone I have addresses for. Daisy will have to take over at that point, as I don't know addresses for anyone on her side of the family or her friends.

"I'll sit down and write them out while I'm off this week," she said.

There are a lot of things we say we'll do when she's off work; only approximately 10% of those things get done. Ever. That's not Daisy's fault, of course; there's just a lot more stuff to do than we have time for. Hence why it's taking so long to organize this place and why we still haven't gone through about 80% of the wedding gifts yet. For example, Daisy worked three hours of overtime this morning, and didn't even get to sleep until about four hours ago...when I was just waking up. When stuff like that happens, it throws a wrench into any plans we'd have or make. Neither of us can help that -- we just have to roll with the proverbial punches.

So that's how things stand right now. Once Daisy gets up, we'll go over to the parents' for our customary Sunday dinner-and-family time, dodging the thunderstorms the 90-degree day is throwing our way this evening.