Okay, nothing has made me happier this week than hearing these words spoken last night during the Grammy Awards: "We're The Police, and we're back!"

Those of you who know me know that the closest thing I've got to a religious experience in my life is listening to Sting's voice and music. To think of the possibility of once again seeing The Police in concert, or better yet, getting to listen to a new Police album has me excited beyond words.

Coming in a close second, I got a promotion at work. After a grueling interview process, including a final interview that ranks highest on my list of all-time most difficult interviews, I was awarded a supervisor position with our client service center. At one point during the interview the number two man in this little Fortune 500 company at which I work actually called me, "a pain in the ass," and said, "This is one of the most important jobs in this company and I'm going to make damned sure I put the right person in it." One of the other managers jumped in and said, "Yes, but you have to understand, coming from him, being a pain in the ass isn't a bad thing. He just wants to make certain you're a pain in the ass for the right reasons."

It was as if they had read the book on me, knew every single flaw I had and attacked each one as if they really wanted to see me fail.

Apparently I handled myself well because they gave me the job over six other internal candidates. This is the job I moved to Cleveland to do. I'll be starting in the position within the next couple of weeks and have to give up my telecommuting assignment to do it (yes, I gave up working from home in my pj's for five days out of ten in order to take this position) but it's worth it.

More later.

Joseph Haines, signing off from The Edge of the Abyss.