[work] Whoah.

Just had one of the most refreshing conversations ever with my boss (presumably because he's feeling contemplative regarding work situations, since I've put the bug in his ear about my raise, and he spent the morning filling out paperwork for his own retirement [he turns 62 next week]).

Him: Don thinks you're getting a bit of wanderlust.
Me: Well, yes. But don't worry, I have the perfect replacement (im_sorry_now. That said, I don't imagine I'll go anywhere until our lease is up. I should warn you, though, that my sister has an in for a near-dreamjob for me, so I can't help but send my resume to Seattle. And K isn't really thrilled with her job.
Him: Yeah, I kind of figured that.
Me: In all honesty, I don't really have a whole lot of, um, desire to get into the Coast Guard rules and regs...
Him: You don't have to, of course - that's what I do.

So, yeah, the boss knows I'm looking, and he's OK with it. I'm still looking forward to that raise and my bonus from these projects, got let out early this afternoon because my folks are in town, am going out for premium dead cow for dinner, and spent much of the morning giggling at my soon-to-be-finished "amusing" version of my resume.

I no longer have "objectives," I now have "completed levels."

Muahahahah.

Trogdor 2, The Supportinator, has spoken!