Oh, Me? I'm Fine

I went home early from work today, and as I was doing so ran into Bill in the elevator lobby.

I have been home for 7 hours and haven't heard from him. I know it's selfish and unfair, but I really wish he'd check in on me.

He's not going to.

Drinks

I found out via twitter that my old boss (from my very first grown-up job!) was starting a new job at Microsoft. He's based out of their Utah office, but had to come up here for new employee orientation. We decided to get together to just say 'hi' and catch up a little.

We ended up at a bar. Why? 10 pm Sunday night is the only time we could get together, that's why.

The silliness of two Mormons having non-alcoholic drinks at a bar on Sunday night was not lost on us.

Running into a coworker unexpectedly, however, was, well, weird. I should mention that the boss is married, and was wearing his wedding ring. So, what my coworker saw was, me having drinks with a not unattractive married man in a dimly lighted bar on a Sunday night. I introduced them and explained that the boss was starting a new job and was just out here for orientation. I hope he doesn't think something is up.

Oh, and, it was really great to see him. I really like him, and I'm glad he's doing well.

Ridiculousness

I went home from work early today as a result of the concussion. And, just as I was about to text my blind date for the evening to cancel, he beat me to the punch.

The good news is: I don't look like a jerk for canceling. Also, since I'm busy until next week, I look super desirable (?). Ok, at least hard to pin down.

Broomball

For one of my friends' birthday we went and played broomball. Now, if you're like me, you've never heard of this sport. Allow me to expound: Soccer. Hockey. Ice. Tennis shoes.

It was a blast! And, by the end of the game I was confident enough to run on the ice. And, promptly lost the battle with friction. When I slipped it was onto my back, and I went down hard. The smack of my helmet was loud and echoed throughout the entire arena. It took me a couple of seconds, but I was back up and playing straight away.

And then, the headache. It felt like combination pre-migraine and sinus headache.

A visit to my doctor Monday afternoon confirmed what I was afraid of: I have a concussion. Usually I can just shake off injuries, but this is ridiculous. I have a headache, I'm dizzy, I can hardly focus for more than an hour on any one task, and I feel totally off my game. At one point this afternoon I stood up to talk to my dev manager about something and got so dizzy that I had to sit down and rest my head for a minute.

Oh, and I'm grounded from: broomball, running, biking, or anything that is going to jar my head or requires a lot of balance. Turns out that running stairs this morning was a bad idea.

That Didn't Last Long

Chick now has a key. I'm glad he waited until I moved out.

She, on the other hand, doesn't know that I still have one. How do I know this? When Bill told me she had a key it went like this, "Well, if you need the level from my place, Chick should be there. So you can knock on the door and she can let you in."

Yup.

Interesting Side Note

Chick still doesn't have a key to Bill's house.

Keys

I finished moving out of Bill's house tonight.

I went over after work and picked up the last of my food from the pantry and cleaned my old room. He got home just as I was finishing up, and helped me carry some stuff to my car. Then Chick showed up. Before she came in the house he gave me a hug good night, since he wouldn't be allowed to once she was around. Then we went out to the garage to look at something he thought was mine. We ended up chatting for a bit before heading back into the house so I could get the last of my stuff and he could hang out with Chick. He gave me another good night hug, and I headed upstairs as he headed to his room.

Upstairs I packed up the last box as he came up to make a protein shake. We chatted for a bit, then I said, "keys," as I grabbed my key ring.

"Why don't you go ahead and hang on to that," he said. I'm not sure he knows how much that means to me. I'm not sure I know how much that means to me. What I do know is this: I got a little choked up when he said that. Then, I took off the key to my bedroom to return, as well as the spare key to my house. I gave him both.

I'm not sure he values that key as much as I value his, but, I do.