Happy Groundhog’s Day, Darling Ones.
When I worked for Jasc at the turn of the century I had a boss who loved Groundhog’s Day. Her name was Sandy and she was a beautiful, elfin woman with an MFA in poetry who gave me the nickname Jodi Chromey Supergenius.
Sandy was cool. She was so cool that when my 28-year-old brain found out she was 35, I lost my shit. I remember calling BFK (who also worked for Jasc, but she had a double-wide cube in the back) and being all “OMG, SANDY IS 35!” Because 35 when I was 28 was practically a hundred. Or something. I can’t remember why I thought it was so old, but I did.
She plucked me out of customer service and hired me to be a copywriter. Sandy’s one of the people who had a huge influence over my career, as I suppose anyone who gives you your first shot would.
I can’t remember why she loved Groundhog’s Day so much, only that she did. One February 2nd she bought Ella (my copywriting counterpart) and I presents. She gave us each a paperback copy of the first Harry Potter book and a keychain game. I got Connect Four. She gave us the book because she and her equally adorable husband were taking turns reading it to each other in bed. I could still die of the cuteness. Who doesn’t want someone they love to read to them in bed?
ALSO. I just remembered, Sandy did not fire me for bitching about my co-worker on this here blog when BFK totally outed my blog to the entire marketing department the same day I had posted about the co-worker being the worst. I still give BFK shit about that, because COME ON! She’s lucky I loved here even back then when our friendship was new.
Anyway, that’s what’s been on my mind today.
I’ve been out of sorts the past few days, which has me avoiding the internet, social media, and thinking in general. I spent all day yesterday watching BoJack Horseman and working on my temperature blanket. Today I spent most of the day listening to a mystery audiobook and working on my temperature blanket. There has been much frustration in the land of the 2021 temperature blanket, but I think I finally got it sorted out. Same goes for the being out of sorts. I feel more like myself today and my brain seems to be thinking again, which is nice. I miss its constant buzz when it goes silent for a few days.
Hope you see your shadow. Or don’t. I don’t even know which one is the good one.
P.S. Peep Phyllis the Amaryllis who is not at all a bucket of dirt and growing like the goddamn champ I knew she was.