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[emailcordinator]

I have long (well, since May) suspected that I'm happier at my new job than I was at the Lezzie Farm, but it's something I'd been unable to put into words, except in the tritest of tems: they pay me more/I get to wear jeans/there are boys!  (The boys, of course, are absolutely uninterested in me, but it's like that no matter where I work, and

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[narielle]

"Things are happening...stay tuned..."

:P You enjoy the cliffhangers, don't you?

[emailcordinator]

Haha. It's equal parts wanton cliffhangery and superstition. Nothing causes a situation to make an abrupt 180 like a bold declaration.

[narielle]

Agreed. Thus people should not make silly declarations such as marriage proposals. NOTHING causes divorce like marriage does. :P

[emailcordinator]

LOL, technically, though, you're right. And yes, I realize you're being tongue-in-cheek, but I proved my theory admirably this morning when I pulled a blown-glass stalk of wheat in a flimsy plastic tube out of my backpack, and crowed loudly to my coworkers as I set it on my desk, "I forgot I had it in here! Jeez, it's been bouncing around since the weekend, and it's still in one piece." At this point, the tube decided to commit hari-kari by rolling off my desk, emitting only the faintest of tinkles as it hit the floor. In hindsight, I should have placed it perpendicular to the edge of my desk, not parallel. :D