Work is getting more interesting too. Meetings are being set up to discuss my possible new role as a regulated pharmacy technician. Yet, the meetings are set up for one week before I find out my results. The pressure builds as my role expands, as plans for the store are set into motion. The tick, tick goes from an irritating unknown, to a pounding, deliberate, taunting drum.
TICK (Did) TICK (I) TICK (Pass?)
TICK (Was) TICK (It) TICK (Enough?)
TICK (Can) TICK (I) TICK (Pull) TICK (This)TICK (Off?)
TICK (What) TICK (If) TICK (I) TICK (Didn't...)
I am being patient because I have two weeks until I find out. I am not getting too worked up but check back with me next week and it could be a different story.
On a lighter note, Alina started at a public daycare this week. She's doing well, getting along with the ladies and engaging with the kids. I'm proud of her and feel that tear in my eye when I think of how big she's getting. I love my girl and even though I'm feeling the pressures of my results, all I have to do is think of her little face and I feel better, no matter what my fate.. I'll have her either way and that's pretty cool.
|We got her hair cut!|
|Taken last night, keeping baby warm in her shirt and pretty proud of herself.|