This afternoon I told the regional director that I want to stay in Tacoma. She emailed back something about the Tacoma office continuing to benefit from my performance and leadership. It was nice. I feel very good about my decision. There's something 'just right' about Tacoma for me, and I won't have to give up my village lifestyle. I adore having most everything I need in walking distance. I can't stand a car dependent lifestyle. Especially now that I don't have one. Wha ha.
My coworkers had good ideas as to what to do with my car. I called an auto salvage place and am waiting to hear if the owner is interested in paying me $500 for parts. I'll take whatever the want to give me- they'll tow it away, and I'll start looking for a new car. Fair enough. It's hard for me to get excited about a new car. Cars just don't thrill me. I see them as merely a way to get from point A to point B.
One more week of school. Proud of me? Buy me a Rotato!
Actually I have no desire for a Rotato. A minimalist at heart, I am disdainful of unnecessary gadgetry. I do, however, think Rotato is a fabulous word, and quite possibly the greatest (as in most ridiculous) Ronco product ever. Or is it K-Tel? One of the companies sells horrible 70s album complilations Get up and boooogie and the other sells Rotatos and the like.
Only you know for sure.
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