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be here long enough to make a mint on my strange and wonderful ability to “foresee” the future. Tonight I’d go to bed and wake up back in my soft and squishy middle-aged body, next to my soft and squishy middle-aged husband and get back to my career-track. As long as my little blunder this morning didn’t derail that career.
    Still, better safe than sorry and announcing things coming down the line probably wouldn’t be the wisest idea. I’d end up creeping my friends out.
    My digging produced the fact that today was July thirteenth, nineteen eighty-eight, which made me twenty-three and somehow I slipped back twenty-one years. Luckily there wasn’t too much happening in my life. I would’ve been pissed if I’d been dropped into a moment of crisis. Instead I remember being bored and unfulfilled.
    I kissed my journal when I found it in my drawer then hugged it tight like a dear old friend. I flopped down on my unmade bed with a grin and prepared for an interesting and informative read while I waited for Bob to get home.
    I would like to say my journal was filled with insight, but I couldn’t. Apparently I hadn’t given myself a lot of time to write in the flowery booklet. Lots of short entries that started when I first moved back to Portland after college. I documented the arrival of my new roommates. From Day One I didn’t like Misty, but she could pay the rent and didn’t party in the apartment. That’s all Sarah and I cared about. Besides, she and Katie were best friends. A package deal. Katie I could handle.
    There were plenty mentions of Aaron, of my disdain for Tammy, and the various guys I’d dated. Never anyone serious, but seeing the names brought a smile to my lips. Still, all this information, even though it would’ve only happened in the past year or so, seemed like distant memories. I couldn’t recall half of the people I mentioned.
    Before I could finish reading, the time had come to call Bob.
    “I lost my job today.” No point beating around the bush. Rip that old Band-Aid right off.
    What? Are you kidding? Why?” The tone of his voice was short, businesslike. Bob always played it straight, a real by the book kind of guy. People didn’t just “lose” their jobs. They threw them away.
    Surely he’d consider what I’d done today throwing with all my might. A pitch worthy of Curt Schilling in the two thousand and four World Series, and I had to admit he was pretty much right. But, seriously, given the circumstances…
    “No, I’m not kidding. Look, I did something stupid. I wanted a mental health day. And I got caught.” I chuckled, trying to make light of the situation even though it weighed heavily on my mind. I didn’t need to dive into a serious funk about this. If I could show Bob I didn’t see this as some catastrophe, then maybe he wouldn’t and he’d put away the doom and gloom attitude.
    “Who would’ve thought Tammy was the type to take a stroll up on the Prom.”
    There was a long pause and I pictured Bob rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. “So, now what? I hope you found an employment agency right away. WCW Employment is very good. Out on Forest.” He sighed. “Mental health day? That’s what weekends are for.”
    That’s right, Bob had acted old even when he was young. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Besides the getting canned part, and the waking up in the twilight zone part I actually enjoyed my day which made me feel sorry for Bob, who would never understand the benefits of a “mental health day.”
    “I’ll go out first thing tomorrow. I’m not worried. There’s plenty of work out there for me. Maybe I’ll go down to Prince of Fundy, see what they have.”
    “It’s going to be a black mark on your employment record.”
    “Okay, enough with the doom and gloom. Please let me enjoy my liberation from Tammy for at least one afternoon. Anyway, I called to ask, with everything else going on I kind of forgot, do we have plans tonight?”
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