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05/13/2002 :: 11:40 a.m.

At Long Last

My days as a bachelor are coming to an end.

While I'm not getting married quite yet, my fianceé, Ganache will be moving in with me as of this Thursday.

I am a very happy boy!

Last time I wrote an entry, we were awaiting the results from a interview that she'd had a couple weeks before. Unfortunately, that job did not pan out.

Luckily, Ganache found another job listing that also suited her and looked like something she wanted to do. So on May 1st, she went in for an interview with the Muscular Dystrophy Association. (You know, the organization that hits you up for donations every Labor Day with a telethon hosted by the ever-weird Jerry Lewis. Mmmm-GLAVIN!)

Ganache came out of the interview a little dejected. She didn't feel as though she had done very well and she didn't get a good vibe from the people who were conducting the interview. She told me as much, but in the back of my mind I had the feeling she did all right. This stems from the fact that there have been several times where I felt like I didn't do so well in an interview-type situation, and it turns out I actually did quite well.

I thought it was probably the case with Ganache, and I told her she most likely did just fine. We'd been through this before, and were disappointed, so we didn't want to get our hopes up.

The MDA was moving faster than we thought they would. Ganache called them with some last minute info on a previous employer, and they told her that the job was down to two people. Her and one other person. And the person said that Ganache was the front-runner. This was on the 6th of May. She also said that they would make a decision by that Wednesday or Thursday.

They wanted to make their decision quickly so that the new hire could attend training on the 20th.

On May 9th, they called Ganache with the news. They were offering her the job, if she could start on the 17th. Yes, that's short notice, but Ganache had talked to her supervisor and she had said it was OK. Besides, the bank has known of her plans to leave for some time. In fact the last job inteview was so promising, that if they didn't get the hint then, they are complete blockheads.

I'll let Ganache describe the power-plays her boss is currently trying to pull. What's cool is that Ganache has essentially cut her off at the pass by tendering her resignation directly to Human Resources and the bank president. This was because her boss was out of town (?) and out of communication because she forgot her phone charger. Tough tittie, I say.

So my beautiful bride-to-be will be moving to Milwaukee by the end of the week. It's all happening so fast! This is a good thing. The driving every weekend has been wearing on both of us. And more than the driving, it's the weekly good-byes that tore our hearts out.

But now we don't have to worry about that. We'll come home to each other every night after work. (More or less.) Granted, we'll each have to get used to each other, but after living 4.5 hours apart all this time, it will come as a welcome relief.

It also means I'll have to clean up my act somewhat. No more porn strewn about the living room. I should probably at least put away the inflatable sheep collection. (Although Ganache thought it was cute. She's awesome like that.)

I also need to clean the bathroom and relenquish half of the closet space.

And I must remember not to leave the toilet seat up. After living by myself for two years, I've become accustomed to leaving it up.

It will not be a happy night if I hear a splash at 3am.

Later.

:: Five Former Bitter Blabs ::

Oh My! Is It Almost July Already? - 06/24/2002
At Long Last - 05/13/2002
Flaming Fondue Flatulence! - 04/17/2002
Pins and Needles - 04/05/2002
I Turned 30 And It Was OK. - 03/18/2002