Then none too soon lunch came and I had a meeting with my boss.  She said she agreed with my suggestions on the scripts that have come across my desk in the last few months.  Next the best thing happened, I got a promotion!  ‘Due to your recent performance Alphaville believes that you are perfect for the position of Senior Development Executive.’  She said that so nonchalantly while sipping on her bottled water.  I swear that my jaw just about hit the floor.  Even better she gave me the rest of the week off and said that beginning next week I would be starting in my new position and was getting a bigger office down the hall.  Holy hell, what an amazing way to start the work week off.

So I grabbed my purse from my office and headed home, halfway there I decided that I would go over to The Bette Porter Gallery to see if my earring was there.  I get there to find it open, thank God, so I go in.  It looked even more amazing in the bright light of day than it did Saturday night.  I was just wandering around when this early-20’s man came up to me and asked if he could help me.  I told him about my lost earring and he said to follow him back to the office where he directed me to a desk and grabbed out a piece of paper.  He said if I would just leave my number they’d get back to me about the earring if they found it.  I gave him my business card and added my cell number to it, thanked him and left.

Then a few hours later around six o’clock, my cell rang and I didn’t recognize the number. 

‘Tina Kennard’ 

‘Yes, this is Bette Porter; I am calling you about your lost earring.  My cleaning service found it and I have it.’ 

‘Oh thank you so much, can I come by and pick it up?’ 

‘We’re closing up now but are opening at ten in the morning.’

‘I’ll come by after then.  Again thank you so much for holding on to it for me.’

‘It is no problem at all.  I’ll see you tomorrow.  Have a good night.’

‘You too, bye.’

She called me!  Bette herself called me back!  I assumed that one of her employees would call me back at some point but she did it herself.  And god, that voice, it’s smooth like silk and when we hung up made me long to hear it more.  I can’t wait to see her tomorrow.

To think that I hate Mondays; no longer, Mondays are now my favorite day of the week.