She glowed in the dark?

It wouldn't surprise me if she did, let's just say.

Good procedure-ma to Suzi's mom.

I think now we know who the other lady on the elevator is!!

Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Good for your work for sending you home, Nicole. Rest lots, and feel better.

sj, maybe you can do a scrapbook filled with written memories and pictures of the two of you. That's if you still have time before she leaves. A scrapbook would be reasonably flat, so she shouldn't have too much trouble packing it. (Or you could type up an lj post describing Tal a bit and I might have more ideas.)

She's making herself her own scrapbook, and she is much better at that kind of thing than I am. I gave her a jokey Rhode Island book yesterday. I am supposed to be getting her a webcam, but that is more so I can see the nephews, than a gift that is really for her. I don't know if I could manage a full lj post about her right now.

I have a quick question about applying for jobs. Is it okay to apply for two different jobs at one business or should I just pick the job I think will be the best fit and apply for that?

Also, is there a good way to ask about a salary range before I apply, "competetive" is all that it says and I don't want to apply for something if the pay is too low.

apply for both.

When they won't give a dollars range - they are probbably fairly flexible. But I would add a required salary range if there is a place for it .

sj, maybe some preaddressed and stamped postcards (addressed to you, of course)? Some artsy, some funny, and maybe a pack of those postcards she can peel'n'stick one of her own photos onto.

Nora, I emailed you back.

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Good ideas, JZ. I want to get her a bunch of cute little things like that, but I was also hoping for something more like a keepsake. She doesn't wear much jewellery, so that is pretty much out, but there has to be some nice way to honor nearly twenty-three years of friendship and let her know that I will always be around.

Crud.

Big waves of dread just slammed me regarding my mom. I just remembered that not only did I forget my cell phone at home, but that is the number the hospital has if they need to reach me. I did tell mom that I forgot my phone, but I doubt that translated into her telling her nurse my work number.

I know I could call the nurse's station and tell them, but then that means I'm a total worry wart instead of just a spaz. Gahhhhhhhhh.

This is what happens when I treat it all like it is no big deal and then I realize that any time there is a procedure there are risks. I can't allow myself to worry before hand cause I just plain don't have time to worry, but then it crashes into me and my brain goes kapluey.