All's good

This weekend has been a weekend of celebration, yesterday was my mother's 70th Birthday and Friday was my 22nd Wedding Anniversary. Almost seems like yesterday when I was asleep on a mattress on the floor in my old room, with my wedding ring tucked under the mattress and my radio alarm playing "Going to the Chapel".

We went out for dinner last night for Mum, Dad had invited a truckload of family and friends, much to Mum's surprise. She knew there was something planned because Dad hadn't told everyone it was surprise but she was only expecting it to be immediate family.

Any ideas of celebrations for our Anniversary went right out the window when I had a nice little call from work, my husband and I only had a couple of hours together between he coming home from work and going out to a soccer committment. The phone call was timed nicely to ruin those 2 hours. I was accused of not doing assigned work, which took me hours to do, because one item was supposedly not done. I remember distinctly checking those items and noting the price had not changed and told my boss as much, but I felt I was being made out to be a liar. Yesterday I was confronted by my boss and I told her again what had happened, of course she would not listen. I told her that I was sick of it all and would probably not be returning from my vacation, which starts next week. Then she said it was over and done with, that we were to get on with our day but later as soon as a new employee turned up, she got stuck into me again in front of the new girl. I voiced my objection of her starting up again because she had an audience, it's a power play with her to chastise her staff in front of other staff and customers, but it makes her look petty and unprofessional. I told her I was no longer worried because I won't be there much longer, her mouth flew open because she realised I wasn't joking. It's something she will have to explain to her superiors as to why she has lost several staff members over the last month. It felt really good to take my power back from her.

Speaking of career, I have an interview lined up for Wednesday, as well as another application placed. I had an interview a month ago that I thought I did quite well at but was disappointed not to get the job. Now I know why - apart from my brother's injury and the need for me to take time off to watch over him for 3 weeks, the store that the job was at is now closing down. I had mentioned to the interviewer that I would be resigning my job if I got the job, she did me a favour.

The real icing on the cake this week has been that my brother is now out of hospital, the Doctors are very amazed at his recovery from both of his operations. I've been working on his healing and some very talented Reiki Healers have been sending him distant healing. He has been very accepting and we are both very grateful. I'm getting very teary as I type this because last night my cousin told me that my brother, Peter had told her what I had done for him right after his spinal surgery and that he was very emotional about it. He told her that after his surgery I had gone into his room while he was still sedated and spoken to him while squeezing his hand, he said that me doing that had convinced him he wasn't dead. At the time my Mother was in a panic because they had overdosed him on Morphine during the first operation, the nurse tried reassuring her that they were purposely keeping him sedated. I took hold of his hand and told him we were there and asked for him to squeeze my hand if he could hear me, he squeezed. Mum was estactic when he did the same for her. Now he is home and today surprised me when he was using 2 standard walking sticks, yesterday he was on crutches.