Meanwhile, despite the rumors, it looks like Acme Salt actually is expanding horizontally, i.e. rushing headlong into the desalinating end of things. Upper management buzzed me upstairs and whispered in my ear about an opportunity in Saudi Arabia. It seems we're bidding on a nuclear-powered desalination project there. One that's to straddle a fault line.* They've already got 'em--nuclear powered ones, that is--in Japan and Kazakhstan. But none quite so close to areas experiencing recent seismic activity. Am probably not going to take them up on their offer, juicy as it is (re: $$$$). Bottom line: the Dawnster would not be able to join me there. I'd see her like twice a year for 2-3 years, so no dice.
And blah blah blah. God, I hate shop talk. Especially if it's about lucrative opportunities that'll probably never materialize (i.e. Acme's still in the bidding process and, even if we win the contract, I still have my scruples to consider, along with my chronic Dawn-separation anxiety condition slash malady... OMG, who am I kidding: I can't even consider their offer).
It feels as though I've squandered another "meanwhile."
Oh well.
Am currently tap tap tapping down the block from salsa guy's "girlfriend." For one or two fleeting moments I tossed around the idea that she might be his sister... but their lip-lock lasted for seconds. Close family members--like brother sister--might peck on the lips, but not for five seconds. (Yuck!)
Also, it's possible that Kev and Tiff live together, but not as husband and wife. It's possible, but not very likely. Not after I found so many pieces of their mail addressed to "Mr. and Mrs. B."
So it's safe to assume he's dabbling. With frilly-curtain woman. Which, however disheartening, does solve one riddle: why did Kevin B. purchase a jar of salsa 23 miles from his home? Because his girlfriend was cooking Mexican that day.
OK, I'm assuming a bit there.
Jeez, they don't tell you at snoopy-neighbor confabs what to do with all your extra time while you wait for a person of interest to leave her home so you can follow her and/or find out what her name is. Have played dozens of hands of Yahoo! Spades. Triaged and shuffled the tasks on my "honey do" list three times. Researched necessity of and efficacy rates for colonoscopies in canines. No light appearing at end of that tunnel.
Wait a minute. Frilly curtains moving. BRB.
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*Straddle or butt up agin... depending upon which report you read.