Cha…cha…cha…Changes

I vish to belief you, Dahling, bot, cannot you zee, dat I half been falleeing too mush for your femineen vays?...Ooh, la, la. I muz not let myzelf to be made zee fool yet onze a-gain. Ve should poot zome clothes on, Dahling. Yes? No? Oh, hee, hee, hmm...

We’re back in 1984. Lorna is sober but Chuck is suspicious. How will she fix this new credibility problem of hers?

Unemployment wasn’t helping my situation. I had way too much time on my hands for Chuck to worry about my relapse into soap operas, drinking, and lying. He finangled a clerical job for me at the Savings & Loan he worked for then. I didn’t work in his department, which was good. The work was mind-numbing, which was also good. It motivated me to find a job better-suited to my talents, one requiring my remaining well-functioning brain cells.

You want me to tone down my hair because you can't see if the rest of the pee-ons are adding and subtracting without taking a break? Is there anything else you'd like me to "tone down?"

I got a job as a Research Assistant for an organization collecting and analyzing government data,  working for a man who embodied “The Peter Principle”–a person will rise to the level of his/her incompetency in a bureaucracy and stay there. Ironically, his name was Peter. He began as a research assistant and was promoted to Project Director. He topped-out because he was a horrible manager. Although I didn’t know it when I was hired, Peter went through assistants like bad-guys go through police blockades in action flicks, with about as much drama and collateral damage.

Let's get our alternators outta here, guys! We've got to let the oil settle before we try this again. Do you think the boss will notice we lost another one?

It was while working for Peter, a wisp of a man with glasses bigger than his face, that I came up with a book title I still may do something with someday: “Little Men, Big Problems.” Like small dogs and Napoleon Bonaparte, Peter was probably insecure about the very little space he occupied in the world; so he compensated for it by using his position to push his one underling (me) around. He made me fetch his lunch and coffee. When data requests came in, he withheld key pieces of information from me so that I would fail to produce what the “client” wanted. I would overhear him tell the “client” that his assistant still needed his mentoring and he would personally make sure the report was done properly. Peter would also call at random times of day if he was on vacation, just to see if I was at my desk. The topper, however, was when I wrote a paper based on data I analyzed and he presented it as his work at a conference. My name wasn’t even a footnote.

He never wore a hat and this dude doesn't have "birth control glasses," but Peter was short and thought he was quite funny. His version of "mischief" was my version of "misery." He wasn't yellow either, but I was slowly turning a sickly sallow color...

When I had endured the torture worked there for one year, he deigned me with a promotion to Research Associate. I was now earning over $35,000. With Chuck’s income, this meant we could afford a home and leave that basement apartment. Looking for a home brought us closer together. We had a common goal. Getting a promotion at work, I think, gave Chuck faith in my sobriety. Healing between us felt real and good.

We found a condo near Silver Spring, MD that we could barely afford. We bought it. Two months after we moved in, I quit my job.

When life hands you attacking birds, either get ready for perpetually bad hair or move to a bird-free zone. Can you blame me for moving to a bird-free zone? Never underestimate the importance of good hair.

Chuck knew I was going bonkers very unhappy at work. I wanted to get a Ph.D. and had already made inquiries at George Washington University (GWU). They gave me a full scholarship and a teaching assistantship. I also landed a part-time job as a Research Assistant for a physician at GW’s Hospital. The money was nowhere near $35K, but my dignity was worth a cut in pay. We both agreed on that.

Chuck worried about finances, but that was nothing new. He worried about all the pressure I would be under and insisted I keep up with my weekly AA meetings. Understandable. Chuck was proud of my determination, even if my timing sucked wasn’t ideal. He seemed to trust that I had control over my alcoholism. At least he was watching me less for “signs.”

During my first semester at GWU, however, I got the surprise of a lifetime.

This can't be happening. Not now.

What now? And just when it seems Lorna’s journey is a bit less bumpy…

~ by Lorna's Voice on September 19, 2011.

26 Responses to “Cha…cha…cha…Changes”

  1. Thanks!

  2. Hysterical …. Love the name … ~~~~ : – )

  3. After that job, working in a tiger’s den would’ve been like budda.

  4. Why, Phil, I’m blushing ever so flattered grateful for your comment. 😉

  5. It was the summers I hated. I agree with you about the rest. In trying to keep these blogs short and leave something for the actual book, I’m leaving out stories like how I got lost on my first day back from work. I didn’t realize that the one-way streets in the morning ran the other way at night. I didn’t get home until 9:00 or something and figured I would show up for work the next day in the same clothes, looking a little haggard from no sleep and driving all night in downtown D.C.!

  6. Jeanna, I’m a run-away train. Couldn’t stop me now unless WordPress crashed, and then I’d find a way to continue… Sheesh, I hope I didn’t just create bad juju. 😐

  7. I’m getting the image of Carnac the Magnificent…Izzy the Incredible! We’ll see if your psychic connection is as strong a I think it is…

  8. You won’t have to wait long. I promise!

  9. Two out of three isn’t bad. Harry, are you semi-psychic? 😉

  10. Thanks, Aurora. I already saw your award and left a message and a question. Maybe you can answer it here since I don’t get email alerts and I assume you do.

    Always know that life is filled with Cha…cha…cha…changes and the measure of our character is how we navigate them. We sure can’t avoid them! And If I made it throught the wonky adventure called my life, you’ll make it through yours, my dear friend!

  11. You’re in luck. More is coming up tom-MORE-ow!

  12. Thanks so much! I must have learned a thing or two from reading suspense novels…;)

  13. Yeah, I gotta do something with that book title! I’ve had more than my fair share of run-ins with men who were small in stature but huge in the ego department.

  14. Hey, T, that’s what I’m trying to do–get my readers hooked. Am I a story-pusher?

  15. yikes woman, you reel me in with a terrific story and then boom… tomorrow i gotta hear what the surprise was!

  16. What an appropriate name for your boss, Lorna, and I love the book title that you came up with!

    Can’t wait for the next installment.

  17. You have to write a book Lorna – these cliffhangers are just too much (but in a nice way)…..can’t wait for the next bit 🙂

  18. Dammit – I want more.

  19. See? I got lost reading and forgot what I came here to say.

    Now that I digress, I might as well go all the way and tell you that I am so glad to have you on here. Already considered bonkers by many, my timing always seems to suck and enduring torture seems to be the only way to live, LOL Glad to know I do not live alone but am in such stellar company as we cha-cha-change… David Bowie song coming on, LOL

    Now, before I forget, I came to tell you I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. You are one of my fifteen nominees and I’m not sure myself exactly what it means other than having some fun celebrating bloggers we enjoy and perhaps gaining a little more exposure for them and ourselves in the process. Hope you have some fun with it, that’s all I plan on doing… gee, I don’t get out much do I if that’s my idea of fun… LOL

  20. I know what happens, you are made Research manager over the whole dept, you get your Ph.D., and then take up blogging, and live happily ever after .

  21. Bah! What now? Will wait with on pins and needles to read the answer to that question.

  22. I think I know the answer to the question … I’ll write it down and keep it on my desk to see if I guessed it. ~~~~ : – )

    Well .. you have intirgued us, once again. I hope we will get to know soon …
    waiting with baited breath.

    Toodles,
    Izzy ~~~~ : – 0 ~~~~ : – )

  23. Noooooo don’t stop!!!

  24. My husband worked at GWU hospital for a couple of years. I have to admit, I couldn’t wait to leave the Washington DC area. Too many people, too expensive, too fricking cold in the winter, too stressful and I would think it wouldn’t be the best place for an alcoholic to live.

  25. I’m growing quite fond of your sotto voce thoughts in strike-out mode. 🙂

  26. Peter is just the kind of guy that gives bosses a bad name. Wait a minute, boss is already a bad name isn’t it?

    What’s the surprise? Did you start working for Sigfried and Roy?

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