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Well, my life has been rife with good news since I last updated. Shobhit had considered walking to the ferry terminal for me while I was at work yesterday to see if they had my shoulder bag I left on the Bainbridge Island ferry on Sunday night, but decided against it partly because I had said in all likelihood the office was closed due to it being New Year's Day observed. And then he suggested I go and check on my way home, just in case -- and he had a point: I was starting closer by already being on the waterfront, albeit a mile and a half away.

So, that's what I did. I didn't leave work until 5:00, half an hour later than Shobhit was expecting because I often leave at 4:30. But I figured I should stay until 5:00 since it was probably 2:00 before I started getting any actual work done yesterday. I still wanted to get down to the ferry terminal as soon as possible, since the normal hours of the lost and found (open Thursday through Monday) ended at 6:00, if by chance they were actually open yesterday after all, so I grabbed a Pronto Cycle Share bike and rode down to 1st and Marion and then walked the last two blocks from there. It's been a few months since I have biked regularly so just getting up to 1st from the waterfront was exhausting and I could barely breathe.

So I walked into the ferry terminal, found the Information Booth, and the windows were open and no one was at the counter. Then this black lady walked out and started because she wasn't expecting someone to be there and I scared her; I laughed and apologized. I asked if the lost and found was open and she said, "This is it." She asked what I lost, and as soon as I started describing my bag, she reached down and lifted it up. "Yes!" I said, a bit loudly, I was so happy. I guess I can be a little more effusive than I used to when I get excited. I keep changing! (Sort of. I think of any gradual seeming personality change as me just going back to the real me that was always there, buried deep inside.)

It had everything in it still, too. The binoculars. The Nightmare Before Christmas travel mug -- although it had been set back inside upside-down, indicating that clearly someone had gone through the contents. (I had left an unattended bag on the ferry, after all.) I even have a condom in there that's been there for an indeterminate period of time; I don't generally need a spare in my bag but it wound up in there for some random reason and I never took it out.

The lady, who had a penchant for calling me "sweetie," asked to see my license so she could put information from it into her computer. Not sure why, unless it's so I can be contacted if someone else calls claiming to have lost the same thing? She did also ask for my phone number: "What's your phone number, Michael?" I said, "Matthew?" Then she said she had read the wrong name -- my middle name -- from my license. Actually I get that constantly, people calling me Michael even after I've clearly been introduced as Matthew. It's a thing.

I thanked her and went on my way. Shobhit, who had been at home all day, really wanted me to catch a bus from there and get home faster, but both the two buses close to the downtown library, where I went to return a book, were a 20-23 minute wait, so I still just walked the rest of the way. It was not long after 6:00 by the time I got home.

Shobhit had texted me earlier that he had a surprise for me at home and that he had saved me "a lot of work." I had no idea what he could be talking about, unless he had gone to the ferry and gotten my bag -- which clearly wasn't it. It turned out he took down the Christmas lights and Christmas Tree ornaments for me. He didn't pack them, though; they were all laid out on the coffee table. So, I brought out the boxes from the master closet, and packed everything up -- including the tree itself, into its own box too. And then, for the first time in several years, I took three trips to take everything -- including the four leftover rolls of gift wrap -- down to our storage unit in the lower level of the parking garage. That was their first home for several years after we moved here, but a few years ago I decided to keep all that stuff stored in the master closet to avoid the hassle of taking everything down in the elevator. But, Shobhit has moved back home now, so he needs the space in the closet. Back to the storage unit they go. The storage unit itself hasn't been so full in ages. Shobhit wants to get rid of lots of stuff I don't want to part with but whatever. We probably could get rid of a lot of the empty boxes in there but I've saved a lot of them with the idea that the boxes a bunch of electronics came in could come in handy if and when we ever move again. It's not like they're in the way down there anyway -- it's what a storage unit is for.

Shobhit had a salad ready and prepared for us to have dinner. He dished me a huge plate of it. And we also each had a glass of sparkling peach wine, and then shared the last quarter or so of a pint of chocolate ice cream, and also the last quarter or so of a half pint of herbed Beechers cheese curd. All of this combined would probably why I broke 146 lbs this morning -- and it has been probably a couple of years since my weight has gotten that high. Fuck!

We also watched two episodes of The Crown on Netflix, which I am very much enjoying. And I washed the towels and the bed linens. Shobhit and me, engaged in domestic bliss. Oh and just before bed I made my 2016 playlist of songs from the 20 albums I listened to the most times.

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At work this morning, Scott and Darrell, the Director of Merchandising, where in a meeting in the glass-walled meeting room right next to my desk. I wasn't paying that much attention and then Scott opened the door and said, "Okay Matthew, your turn." My turn? What?

I walked in and sat down, and then almost immediately was informed I was getting a raise. Oh? I could have sworn something was told to us last year that made me pretty well resigned to getting only cost-of-living increases from now on. Scott later said there had been talking of a restructuring that still hasn't quite coalesced, I guess. So I'm actually getting a slightly higher than cost of living increase: 3%, as of my next paycheck. Not exactly huge, but whatever; I'll take it!

I did Google what the cost of living increase is currently, officially: for Seattle specifically, I guess in 2017 the forecast is 2.4%. So my raise will be 0.6% more than that. That's not exactly overwhelming -- I suppose that means that this year, I should have 0.6% more purchasing power than I did last year in the local economy? That's what I'm assuming. Hey, it's better than zero! And I actually told Scott this: "This is going to sound very weird. But I was content with cost of living increases since, in the time I have worked here, two or three times I have gotten raises I thought were excessive." Noah predictably looked at me funny when I said that, and then Scott said, "I wouldn't tell Darrell that." Indeed not.

In the meeting with Darrell and Scott, though, Darrell mentioned how complimentary people are of me, and even said, "I've never heard anyone say a single negative thing about you." Check it out, everyone loves me! Well, almost everyone. I almost said to him, "Well I know at least one person here hates me but she's in a different department!" I decided against it. Probably for the best.

I did want to reiterate how much I love PCC, though, as I often do in meetings of this sort. So I briefly shared an anecdote of an email I had sent to the CEO in reply to a year-end "reflections on 2016" email she had sent out to the entire company over the weekend. I noted that I always hesitate to email her directly since I know she's got plenty to sift through already, but in this case I decided to hit reply and tell her,

Positive feedback alert! Hey I just want you to know that some of us (*raises hand*) love PCC and love working for PCC so much that it borders on the pathological.

Happy New Year!


I sent that with no expectation of a reply, but somewhat to my surprise, she did respond:

Hi Matthew,

Thanks so much for your note! I really appreciate it - and you!

See you in the new year!

Cate


People where I work as so nice sometimes it's ridiculous. I suppose a cynic might read that and think she doesn't really mean it. I think she does. I have no reason to doubt sincerity here. Why would I, when people tell me regularly how much I am appreciated? In fact, Darrell even told me they don't do that often enough. In what world is that the case, I wondered? Aside from that briefly dark period six months into my job when I nearly got fired -- and that was 2002, so it's kind of easy to consider it water under the bridge -- I have never not felt appreciated here.

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jwg From: jwg Date: January 3rd, 2017 09:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
You are very fortunate to have a job that you really like and at a place where everyone likes you and appreciates your work. I was equally fortunate in my career. Sadly, so many people have nothing like this. Hopefully Shobhit will find a situation with mutual appreciation.
machupicchu From: machupicchu Date: January 3rd, 2017 09:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
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Yes, this fact is never lost on me. And thank you, I hope the same for Shobhit too!
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