I wonder if it's the "Worship" part.

t laughing forEVER and EVER....

Skipping shamelessly and pleading forgiveness due to having contracted the 'high fever flu' notorized in the Washington Post as having felled the UofMD women's basketball team...but how the hell did I get it! My hookshot is for shit. But having a 102 degree fever for 36 hours straight? That will put hair on your chest. Or kill off necessary portions of the neurolandscape...or something...wah.

And, despite realizing that one should not make decisions or declarations when not actually feeling alive, I'm writing a letter to Fella expressing some concerns and I need a different way to say "I think you are a cheap...CHEAP person, and even I, who have bad debt, have a healthier relationship with money and it bugs me that you need credit for every penny you spend despite the fact that I feed you constantly because I can't really afford to eat out all the time and that means I end up paying MORE even though you probably make 3 times what I do."

Plus, "You are too submissive and even though I know that seems 'polite' it also comes across as passive aggressive and since that is a personality trait one probably isn't going to change anytime soon...maybe we should reconsider this whole thing."

You all are the best wordsmiths I know. Any advice?

I think my interview went well. I felt as if I'd been pretty shiny. It was scheduled from 1:30 - 2:30, but I didn't end up leaving until well after four. It was raining so hard I got totally soaked walking a block to BART and arrived home exhausted beyond all expectations. So I had something to eat and curled up on the couch with the fuzzy kitty to watch a couple episodes of Robot Chicken.

I talked to seven different people, but thankfully, in sequence rather than all at once in a dread panel-style interview. And they didn't even ask those horrible unanswerable questions about Why Do You Want To Work Here or How Did You Resolve The Worst Thing Ever? No, they wanted to know how my background suited me for their stated expectations. Stellar!

Now I have to write seven different Thank You For Your Time And Consideration letters. It is proving difficult to customize them.

Beej honey, really.

Wait 'til the fever has been gone for 24 or 48 hours. I just KNOW everyone is horrible and mean when I have a fever or some sort of infection, and then I feel better, and they're not so bad.

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Yay, KB!

Beej, frankly, I think those kind of concerns are best expressed face to face, and when clear-headed. There's just no good way to respond to a letter listing all the ways one disappoints the person one cares about.

Beej, I think your fever may be talking louder than your brain right now. You liked the boy pretty well last time you posted. So my advice is always: write whatever you want and have fun expressing all the bile. Then file it away and review much later, after you feel better.

I agree that you should wait to bring this up when you are not sick. But if, after the fever passes, discover that there are still issues, then I think it is wise to sit down and have a discussion about it. Money stuff never goes away.

What everyone else said. Don't send the letter while feverish. Get some rest and then see how you are feeling about things.

I can't argue the 'wait' advice. It is wise. I know that.

I really do feel like crap still. And there are lots of good things to commend him. But this money thing has been hanging over our heads for weeks now. We've been 'going to' have a talk about it...which he says will go much more easily than I imagine...and yet it hasn't HAPPENED.

And I'm feeling this manic need to clean up everything in my life. But I guess it can wait. Though the internal pressure is huge.

Second, third, fourth or fifthing everyone else. Fevers are nasty, bossy, hallucicogenic things, and you don't really want to ever do or say anything important until they're well past. Plus, in-person is best. The two of you have already done so much successful talking through of so many issues; I have total faith in your non-fevered self's ability to sit down with Fella and talk it out.