Daily delight: Dec. 4
Dec. 5th, 2015 07:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stgulikAfter I went to bed, I remembered I had not yet posted Friday's daily delight. I tried do it using the LJ app on my smart phone, but it was a fail. I think we each failed in our own way. (Why didn't the text word-wrap? Why couldn't I write in paragraphs, why?)
Anyway, I'll share with you yesterday's delight. After a day of slogging through my Stupid Policy Paper, it was 4:50 and I was more than ready to go home. Normally, I ride the commuter train to work, but my husband drove in, so I was going to meet him at the car. He texted me when he was downstairs. I logged off, packed up my papers, got my coat, turned off the light ... and then the phone rang. I almost didn't pick it up, but I had placed so many phone calls, begging for information on the subject of this policy, I couldn't afford to let anyone go unanswered. (Yeah, there's the necessary evil of voice mail, but ugh.)
So I picked up. And the person on the other end was a district attorney from a remote county, who prosecutes fraud cases having to do with the policy issue at the heart of my stupid paper. I listened ... then I grabbed pen and paper ... then I sat down and furiously scribbled notes. I didn't even bother to turn the light back on. She has scads of information that will really help me explain the controversy at the heart of the policy I am writing about. And to think I almost missed her call!
I was so happy to have this, I broke my cardinal rule in life and I gave her my personal number so she can call me on Saturday morning. That's how delightful this daily delight turned out to be.
Anyway, I'll share with you yesterday's delight. After a day of slogging through my Stupid Policy Paper, it was 4:50 and I was more than ready to go home. Normally, I ride the commuter train to work, but my husband drove in, so I was going to meet him at the car. He texted me when he was downstairs. I logged off, packed up my papers, got my coat, turned off the light ... and then the phone rang. I almost didn't pick it up, but I had placed so many phone calls, begging for information on the subject of this policy, I couldn't afford to let anyone go unanswered. (Yeah, there's the necessary evil of voice mail, but ugh.)
So I picked up. And the person on the other end was a district attorney from a remote county, who prosecutes fraud cases having to do with the policy issue at the heart of my stupid paper. I listened ... then I grabbed pen and paper ... then I sat down and furiously scribbled notes. I didn't even bother to turn the light back on. She has scads of information that will really help me explain the controversy at the heart of the policy I am writing about. And to think I almost missed her call!
I was so happy to have this, I broke my cardinal rule in life and I gave her my personal number so she can call me on Saturday morning. That's how delightful this daily delight turned out to be.
