The Big Day

Well, tomorrow is my big day. The director of DPS is called the Colonel. Tomorrow I meet with the Colonel.

Saturday we told my parents what had happened. That I was suspended with pay pending my meeting with the Colonel. To my parents any employment outside of state employment is literally unthinkable. My dad was in the army for 22 years after which he retired from the state of Texas. He believes in things he feels he can count on. My suspension for him was a call to arms.

I suffered through a grueling braionstorm session in which we, well I should say he and Tom, mapped out exactly what I would say to this man. I guess my dad felt that a memorized speech would be the best way to go.

Instead I have opted for 3x5 cards, things I plan to say plus answers to likely questions. I hope, I guess, that I have a plan for success.

I have all the requesite letters from my doctor and from the Colonel. I have my dress and shoes laid out. My nails are painted, I even bought hair mousse today.

All this effort for something I'm not even sure I want back.