As always, The King keeps me going through the day with his e-mails.

This is the latest:

“Dude, this guy just came in from a Dungeons and Dragons magazine. He is exactly what you would expect, only he isn’t carrying his sword.”

Last night I was awoken by the most horrific sound in the entire world. It was the high tech fire alarm that our apartment building is equipped with. It was, most possibly, the loudest sound I have ever heard. It didn’t startle me. Probably because I sleep pretty light these days. It didn’t startle the cat either. (Which leads me to believe that’s he heard it before during the day.)

But it startled The King. He sat straight up and turned to me.

The King: “What is that?”

Isabel: “I’m pretty sure it’s the fire alarm going off.”

The King: “Why would they do that?”

The alarm stopped going off. I reached over to rub his arm and try to calm him down. He was covered in goose bumps.

He turned to me again and asked, “But why would they do that?”

I don’t know why they would do that, but it was all I could do to not laugh out loud at him. Poor kid. He can’t handle being woken up at night.

I hope we get one of those babies that I’ve heard about. You know, the ones that sleep through the night?!

I’ve worn a watch since I was about three years old. I’m not exaggerating. Time is very important to me. (Although I’m not sure why, since I rarely have anything actually scheduled.) I’ve sort of had a love affair with watches since about elementary school. So much in fact that for most of 4th and 5th grade I wore a watch on both wrists. Purely because I thought it was cool. I realized it wasn’t so cool when I would have to actually explain to people who asked why I wore both watches, “it’s because it’s cool. Sucka.”

Yesterday I had to leave home early (I was taking the ferry over to Vashon Island to go to Church there with a friend) and didn’t realize until I was checking my watch to see if I’d missed the ferry that oh my goodness, I don’t have my watch on and I don’t know what time it is and did I miss the ferry?

I was very fortunate to be able to simply look up and see the ferry. Thus ending me worrying if I had missed it. But the rest of the day was a blur without my watch. Was Church too long? Did it go over its scheduled time? Do I need to leave now to catch the return ferry? What time is dinner?

See, I was a mess. And all because I had forgotten to put my watch on for the first time in about 20 years.

When I got home from Vashon Island I put my watch on immediately. My heart began to slow down, and I felt relaxed. It was a good feeling.

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This morning I walked into work, put my bags down, took my coat off and settled in for a long day at work.

Then I noticed it.

I had forgotten my watch. Again.

I know there’s a little clock on my laptop here at work. But I can’t trust it. Not like I can trust my watch.

I think I need someone to e-mail when it’s time for lunch. Oh, and when it’s time to go home tonight.

Do you think you can do that?

I’ve been lucky in my “work life”. I’ve have three, what I would consider, long-term jobs. One at a gas station/convenient store back when I was younger (which was a great place to meet guys, in case been lucky enough to get every job that I’ve ever applied for or wanted.

That being said, The King hasn’t been so lucky. He’s had quite a few jobs and he always starts off really liking them. But after a few years of being dicked around he gets dishearten and starts to look for a new job. This is usually a long process for him. He sends off about a million resumes and will maybe get called in for an interview from two of them. Eventually he always gets a new job with a better company and a little more money.

Currently he’s sick of his job and ready to move on to something new.

Thus begins another intense job hunt. He is faithful in keeping his resume in ship-shape condition. He knows all the websites to check for new jobs and looks at them every night. He’s a pro at writing cover letters. He gets excited about specific jobs and waits patiently for them to call.

This time? The jobs are actually calling him back. As in every job he’s applied for has called him. He’s had three interviews in the last three weeks. He’s pretty confident that one of them is very close to giving him an offer (one that he won’t take, because it’s a substantial cut in pay and a commute).

The thing about The King is that he’s amazing to talk to. His social skills are like no other. He’s charming and funny and very handsome (and also has many suits that make him look even hotter). Not to mention he has the best.stories.ever. (His arsenal of stories would take up quite a few posts. I mean, do you know anyone who has stories about visiting a nudist resort, traveling around Europe selling Levi’s, or being given rat poisoning by a Nazi in Germany? Because he done all of that and more!)

Since he’s so good at his conversation skills, if he can just get in for an interview, it usually means they will like him enough to at least have him come in for a second interview. Which may even lead to a job offer. And more money. Money that I’m pretty sure we’ll need once this baby comes. I hear they cost a lot, no?

The King’s to a point in his career where he has that thing called “experience” that everyone seems to want. And are even willing to pay extra for. He is feeling really good lately because he’s getting called back. He has a renewed faith in himself. He’s excited in just thinking that he has options now. I love to see him like this. It makes me happy to be reminded that I married a really smart, talented and motivated guy. (I’ve told you how he designed and built our last house from scratch and is doing it all over again on our new house?!)

Last night while he was online looking for even more jobs to apply for, he found two new ones that he is perfect for. And the commute? He could walk to work. We can see one of the offices from our bedroom window. That means he wouldn’t have to spend as much time on the bus commuting (even though his current job is only 3 miles away from where we live). More time at home with me and the boy. Hooray.

This is where you, dear Internet, come into play. We need your good Karma. He’s not asking for the jobs to be handed to him on a plate. He just needs an interview. If he can just get that, he’s confident he can persuade them that this job was meant for him.

And in his own words, “I’m not above begging!”

My salon called me yesterday and asked if I would come in after work and be a hair model. My stylist was teaching a class on up-do’s for some of the new girls and they needed someone with long hair. I jumped at the chance to let someone make me fancy, at no cost to myself.

Salons are great places for all sorts of gossip. Especially downtown salons. The stylist working on my hair stopped the class to tell us all what happened to her and her friend last week while they were out clubbing.

Stylist’s friend (speaking to an Asian guy at the club. I also need to make note that she was very drunk): Hey, I know you. I totally know you. We’ve partied before, right? Because I know I know you!

Asian Guy says nothing. He just smiles and laughs.