Broken Week.

Early in my career, I worked for a large baseball card & sports memorabilia company as the EA to the head of their in-house legal department. The CEO’s assistant, a woman who was in her mid-to-late 40’s, had been with him forever. Her name was Millie. They were like an old married couple, except on a professional platform. They had their routines, they knew each others likes and dislikes. She had his back, and he had hers — no matter what. They trusted each other. They knew they were going to be together forever.

I envied them that, because that is what I want.

That is actually what I had there with my boss, now that I think about it. But circumstances out of our control came into play that caused my boss, and later me, to move on. He was the best boss I ever had.

That is the type of relationship I’ve sought at every job, there and at every job since, thinking I’d found it every time. And, finally, I thought I’d really found it at this last job… it sure seemed like it. In a nutshell, I suppose, that explains why I’m so hurt and disappointed. My expectations weren’t met. Isn’t that where we always get into trouble? We have expectations that aren’t met? (sigh) I’ve had some frustrations this week with the company in getting things finalized, but it all came together today in the mail, so it looks like it’s really over.

I contacted all my prior bosses (excepting the most recent one) this week to request that they act as references and all but one of them got back to me, each giving an “of course,” along with kind words and assurances… talk about giving support when I need it.

On Wednesday night I was working on a project for Tony and the video card on my longtime laptop, the one I purchased in 2002, went out. The hard drive is fine, it’s just that I can’t see to do anything… my window into its soul has been darkened. Most everything on there has been backed up, so there shouldn’t be any loss of data, but I’d like to double check. Dear Vince has a couple ideas up his sleeve to help me out. Shout out to Vince!

This morning, I noticed Mr. White (my male fish) had a weird red thing in the bottom of his tank and a bunch of strange things floating around. He seemed happy and was playing with the weird red thing, but … I hadn’t put a weird red thing in there. So I grabbed the long tank tweezers and pulled it out. That was when I realized, with some shock and definite horror, that it was the innards of the tank thermometer. I looked at the side of the tank where it should be and the glass casing was there, but broken off at the bottom. Immediately I thought, “OH NO! MERCURY! HE’S GONNA DIE!! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!” Because everyone knows that rampant mercury is like a silver stream of death!! But after an emergency phone call to Fish Whisperer, who reassured me that the fish is gonna be OK, mercury is more toxic to humans (if it gets in the blood stream), than it is to fish and no one is going to die. He said to leave Mr. White in the tank and do a 50% water change. So, I did that with a water vacuum and searched for glass bits and changed his tank’s filter. I examined the pieces of the broken thermometer and realized that the mercury is still intact (phew!!), but the red stuff that’s at the bottom of the thermometer had gone somewhere… dissolved in the tank, maybe? What is that red stuff anyway?

Mr. White has gashes on his sides because he, being the masochistic fish that he is, was happily slamming himself up against the broken thermometer. But he seems to be OK — active, and was actually pretty pissed that I took his toys away from him. Can’t have a pissed fish, so I put an artificial blue spiky plant in there that his dad used to love to beat up and I poked holes in a ping pong ball, soaked it in really hot water for a few minutes to sterilize it, and then sank it in his tank. He’s been having the time of his life this afternoon moving “fish safe” toys.

The blue, spike plant (Notice Mr. White in the lower right corner, moving the plant by “flashing” his body and flinging all the rocks around?)

While those gashes heal, I’ll be doing daily water changes. Good thing I have a little extra time these days, huh?

I figure if I can make it just a few more hours, the Broken Week will be over and we can move on to Recovery Week, right?



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7 responses to “Broken Week.

  1. grrrace

    This week is JUST about over… 🙂

    Sorry I didn’t get to chat earlier. I could barely hear you! We went to the Orange Int’l Street Fair. It was crazy-crowded!

    Two more hours, as of right now!
    It’s OK, I knew where you were, I just wanted to tell you that your text msg made me crack up! xo

    ~Jammie J.

  2. Caryl

    So, let me know when you find out what that “red stuff” is.
    I hope Mr. White will be okay. The material in that ball is safe?

    Interesting, makes sense, about the expectation.
    Love you,

    I googled it, apparently, inside aquarium thermometers it’s alcohol with red dye. Neither of which are particularly good for fish, I suppose, but he seems fine. I’m mostly wondering where the broken glass went.

    Ummm, there was only air inside the ping pong ball. What did you think was inside of it? 😆

    ~Jammie J.

  3. I learned the hard way long ago not to give your loyalty to a company because these days few companies give it back. Even the people I work for only get so much of my loyalty, and they have to work hard to earn it. I’ve been burned one too many times. Sucks it has to be that way.

    Still saying prayers that you’ll find a good job soon. And you know I’m always happy to help out a pal with tech support. Let me know how you make out!

    It’s hard for me not to give my loyalty due to the nature of the position I usually hold. It’s nearly impossible. The risk, as you know, is getting hurt/burned. *shrug* I guess it’s a risk I’m willing to take, seeing as I keep doing it. But, getting burned every (almost) 4 years isn’t so bad, is it?

    I ordered the $9.99 part we emailed about. Hoping it gets here soon because the ants in my pants are bugging me!

    ~Jammie J.

  4. daydreambetty

    OMG! That’s scary about the mercury! Glad to see that Mr White seems to be okay. I love that picture of him playing with the ping pong ball. So cute!

    I have yet to have that kind of relationship with my bosses, so I envy you.

    I just googled aquarium thermometers (something one can’t do when they’re freaking out), and apparently it’s red dye and alcohol. I guess he’s fine, I just wonder where the rest of the broken glass went. So weird.

    Hehe, I have videos of him pushing that silly ball with all his might. Although I missed the part where he pushed it so hard he made the rock in his tank jump so he could wedge the ball. When he did that, he managed to bruise his upper lip area, which made me concerned that he might be just dumb enough to cause himself a broken jaw, so I took the ball out. Poor stupid fish.

    ~Jammie J.

  5. Hmmm. God works in mysterious ways. You said you were an EA. I don’t know what that is, but it made me think of EA – Electronic Arts, a software company in the L.A. area that is one of my husband’s vendors. He could probably get your resume right in there if you are interested. Again, I don’t know their actual location so maybe it wouldn’t be convenient. He’s asleep or I’d ask him. Let me know.

    I’m looking forward to seeing what’s next.
    EA = Executive Assistant. 🙂 LA is way too far for me… OC is where I’m looking. Appreciate it, though.

    ~Jammie J.

  6. I’m glad you googled the red stuff, cause I was going to have to. lol

    you took his ball away? shame on you! I would never have thought of giving a fish a ball to play with.

    Over the weekend, our cat decided she wanted fish for supper and somehow got the lid off Oldest’s fish tank and went fishing…. not a good ending. 😦

    I’m so sorry about Oldest’s fish. That makes me so very sad for him. 😦

    Yep, I took his ball away. He wasn’t playing nice with it! Bad Fish!

    Yeah, I wondered who that would make the craziest… me not googling the thermostat thing. hehe

    ~Jammie J.

  7. That’s so crazy and scary!

    Yes… it sure was!

    ~Jammie J.