Didn't I tell you that it was an ignorable rant? (or: Why the hell am I up so early in the morning?)
Why yes, I did say that. (And no, I can't say for sure, but it probably has something to do with my life stage irregularity knocking on the door, which begs the question: how did he know 2 days ago when he bought that box at the store, and I didn't?)
In cases like this, the two primary parties absorb and hack it out, but since both are too close to the thing, they don't get far. That whole being too close to the situation thing means we just keep bouncing the same stuff back at each other. It's frustrating, even though the party of the first part took a migraine-level dose of headache meds before diving in to the fed retirement system website for data crunching information.
Then the parties sleep on it, hitting the pillow all exhausted and confuddled, but not before the party of the first part spewed a concensed version of it into the rantosphere freely, and without similar ranty concerns bounding right back at her.
And it was good. Take that, rantosphere!
After a good night's sleep, the parties parted to take care of their respective partily duties. Thus distracted With Other Things, the contents of their concerns were allowed to settle. A visible layer separated and rose to the top, much like that layer of fat on that leftover homemade chicken noodle soup you put in the fridge the night before.
We skimmed the fat before diving in for more. Which is why leftovers taste better the next day.
But that's not the point, silly.
The point is that the fat was thick and nasty. We both found it to be filled with knowledge of the stress the negatives would cause, and after skimming that off the top, there was surprisingly little at the bottom. Not even enough for a satisfying serving for one.
I found the only tasty tidbit left at the bottom was the experience that the job would add, but only if he got the supervisor position. "You want that?" I asked. "Nah," he replied.
He found a big chunk of gristle that reminded him that he could make that amount where he is now if he went back to shift work. Ah, yes, precedent. Switching to days was, after all, declared More Important Than Anything Else in the Life Quality Improvement Act of 1998. Case closed.
Wherein the party of the first part just told him to shut up, gave him a hug, and declared her love for him.
for the NNAF
3 comments:
It's so great when it all becomes clear. I'm happy you worked your way through it.
So...back to my premeditated response to your email then, right?
Oh, and I loved the chicken soup imagery. Excellent. A+ really.
Thank you, SE. It was one of those things where early on I had the sense that it was too high a price, but I always, always have to let it settle and examine it before I can be sure. Otherwise, it feels like I'm jumping the gun or chickening out.
le: Right! I was going to put that in there, but how to fit it into the chicken soup analogy? Oh, I know. Either way, le lyons still has dishes to do.
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