Some loose ends

• This morning I stepped on the scale and sigh my weight remained the same. Actually I was a full half a pound heavier than the lightest I've been in ... well, years. Then I took off Daniel's oversized sweatshirt and my long sleeve shirt. Triumph! I was a full two pounds lighter. I contemplated how much lighter I would be if I took off my pants and underwear but was satisfied enough with the two-pound reduction to walk away from the scale and go make myself some hot chocolate made with whole milk and garnished with cool whip.

• Last night I was gloating to Daniel about how clear my face was looking. Verbatim this is what I said: I don't remember the last time I had a zit. His response? I know! Your face actually looks good!

• I will be enrolling Daniel in adult manners classes as soon as I can find them. Apparently he once told his sister-in-law that he could tell she had gained weight and that she actually looked good. The woman promptly burst into tears. To this day Daniel still does not know what was wrong with that statement and why she took it so badly. Maybe an adult manners course would be inappropriate. Maybe he needs a common courtesy course with the underlying theme of how not to insult a woman when talking to her? Oh. And I woke up this morning with a zit near my mouth.

• Daniel's friend at Aerospace Company S responded. Daniel's prediction was wrong. Darryl told Daniel to send him my resume and a good word because a good word from someone on the inside goes a long way.

• Last week I applied for two federal government positions of the same nature but different pay grades. While I was filling out the online forms and answering the job-related questionairres, I realized I was substatially less qualified for the higher pay grade job and decided to apply for both. Yesterday I got an email with my results and rank. High pay grade: 83. Lesser pay grade: 96. I'm hoping that my ranking number is out of 100 instead of, say, 200. If it is 83 and 96 out of 100, I'm hoping that my 96 and the fact that I'm a woman can carry me into the interview process. I would really be golden if I was ex-military and/or spoke another language. Damnit.

• Cody hasn't attempted to contact me since our big lunch blowout. I wonder if he's realizing he was an ass? Perhaps he thinks I was overreacting.