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It finally dawned on me to check for new messages on my answering machine today. I had two very interesting ones, both from people at my soon to be new job. Both of them were kind of panic inspiring, but for very different reasons.

The first was from the man who will be my boss. He is going to be out of the country when I start work and he wanted to speak to me before he left. I called him back and left a message explaining that I had been out of town and had just gotten back, and that I would try calling him tomorrow. The panic part is that I may not reach him before he leaves and I won't have a clue what to do at work while I await his return.

The second was from the very nice woman in Human Resources who called to tell me my high school has no record of me graduating in 1974, so could I find my diploma and make a copy for her. Find my diploma? The last time I remember seeing it was five years and two moves ago. So I called my dad, who still lives in the town I graduated high school from, and asked if he would check with the district tomorrow. And then I started to rummage through one of the boxes I haven't unpacked yet - yes, after two years in the house I still haven't unpacked all my stuff - when it dawned on me that I'd never told the woman my maiden name. No wonder my high school has no record of me graduating. So I called Dad back and told him never mind, and I'll call the nice lady tomorrow and tell her what name I graduated from high school under.