the buzz

Although I'm not 100% sure what it means, my post-unemployment mood is still composed of a major sense of relief and a renewed libido. Not that there was much wrong with the latter before last week, but logic and passion are rarely found sharing the same office. And the intangible qualities of sex have always fascinated me, even when my interest in sex was in low gear.

One of my former workmates dropped by earlier in the week to deliver the belongings from my desk, since I was not allowed to pack and remove them myself. (Why does our corporate culture condone this policy of treating their employees like criminals when firing them? I'd never treat another person in similar fashion unless he or she had been fired for theft.)

My ex-colleague also brought an atmosphere of fear and anger with her. Now the entire department fears they'll be treated in the same humiliating fashion if and when they're fired, so there's been a rash of desk emptying and computer deletions. She also seemed to feel sorry for me, which annoyed me a bit. Not only do I hate being pitied, I didn't deserve it. It's not like she caught me putting my head in the oven. But she seemed genuinely upset by the situation and I admit I did find this rather touching.

In addition, the entire department is pissed off as T.D.* and her two semi-literate minions are attempting to do my job, and not doing it well at all. They know zilch about the inner workings of a mortgage lender.

On the domestic front, Estranged Husband (E.H.) continues to cheerfully pack up his things and attend his appointments while he waits for his son and his wife to vacate his next house. Best of all, he's already arranged for the Car From Hell to be towed south to be repaired, so he can a) drive it and b) finish paying for it. If anyone spies me doing a Naked Celebration Dance in the next week or so, it's because the Car From Hell has been towed out of my driveway.

My only slight frustration has been caused by waiting for my next assignation with OOD*. But in some ways, the frustration adds to the intensity of the pleasure I feel when the appropriate time and place appears. And anticipation often contributes to salacious new erotic fantasies. Perhaps I should begin to write more naughty stories for public consumption, instead of keeping my literary moonlighting enterprise limited to Special Orders Only.

* See Key to Characters at right.