isn't it funny how everything works out?

That grin you see on my face? Or the one you'd see were you here...it's because "faith and prayer. faith and prayer, they really work" to quote Owen Meany. We all know I believe in justice and karma, and sometimes, man, karma will kick your ass straight out. Sometimes, it takes just a smidge longer, a little waiting, but when it shows up, it really Shows Up. And what, you are probably asking yourself has brought on all this vague, slightly smug, wittering? First I get mail from the state dept of revenue, which normally would make me run for the nearest bar, but this time, it was a letter saying that yes, my former employer/abusers were wrong in screwing me out of half my final pay check AND that I would in fact be getting my money. WOO and might I add HOO. This doesn't make me rich, but I'll survive another month of paying my credit card bill from being 18 and stupid. And it helps me feel vindicated from all the conversations questioning whether I was the one who'd made a mistake or if my former board chair was just a jackass. It would seem the state votes for the latter. On the other side of this grin is the newly acquired knowledge that my former employers have hired the person who finished #3 in the choices for my former job after having to extend the deadline at least once because no one applied and/or the applicants were under-qualified this time around (this is speculation by the way, as I'm pretty much not speaking to anyone still affiliated with that place, except of course, my beloved snatchparis). But the upshot is that while I was "too abrasive to fundraise"---um, 'cuse me but that 100K I brought in was not a small feat, and with virtually no support, fuck you very much---while I was too abrasive, this mf embezzeled more than two thousand dollars from the place while acting as board chair. This makes me grin because now you people have a thief at the helm, holding all the purse strings. And did I mention the fact that this person didn't show up for a board meeting without being higher than the proverbial kite for more that two years? See how well that plays with your east end tight ass donors. You'll get what you deserve and I'll be able to dance in the rubble. Well done, guys, well fucking done.
and now, back to the waiting for my surprise from the MG and the boy to call back.
Oh! I finished the catalogue, mostly. Tomorrow I polish, then I print and by Monday, that baby hits the mail to be loosed on the shopping public. Jesus, I'm manic... because I made my first sale last night...back to life, back to reality...