Damage Control

Damage Control

I have to admit, I was a hothead yesterday evening. John insists he slept on the couch last night, because he fell asleep watching tv. I say, “likely story,” but whatever. Understandably, he didn’t appreciate my online attacks, and this evening, he gave his side of the story. I should correct myself, because well, sometimes I guess I really am guilty of selective memory. For that, I apologize. To set the record straight, John has asked his boss about opportunities for me. Lucky for him, his boss asked how my job search was going, and that was the segue. Of course, the very first time I asked for John’s help (in June), he definitely balked. But yes more recently, he’s made some attempts to get scoop. Maybe I consider those attempts feeble and so I tend to overlook them but still, I shouldn’t misrepresent. Anyway, his boss said he didn’t have contacts… but he offered to ask his neighbor. I guess the outcome of that inquiry is still pending.

As for the tech writer woman on staff, John offered to introduce us. However, seeing as his company rarely hosts family events and whenever it does, John forgets to introduce me anyway, I suppose I didn’t take the mention seriously.

John’s coworker is having a big party Friday, and everyone at the office is invited. Maybe that will be a chance for something. If anything, at least I can match names to the faces (handy for making sense of the office gossip). 😉

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