sj, rather than trying to think of something to give as a going-away present, something she'll have to try and pack, give her a huge hug.
In a month or so, when she's settled and mostly-unpacked, send her flowers. Or a plant. Or have a nice dinner delivered. Something she'll have the time to appreciate, and that will make her think of you fondly.
Then as she mentions her new decor or interests, whatever, you'll find the perfect thing to send her. Objects really don't mean as much as we think. Most of the time they're just placeholders, reminders of that person, that time.
And really, we all remember the important people and times, without a prompt.
(((sj))). I know this is a hard time for you. Wishing you strength to get through it.
ION, Come onnnnn, AmyLiz' bro's baby! Amy wants to know if she's an aunt or an uncle!
Amy wants to know if she's an aunt or an uncle!
Um. I think she's an aunt regardless.
She could have been addled!
It happens.
Jury duty? Kinda sucky. Worse, I'm missing fun shit at work! A brownie bakeoff, my boss' bridal shower, another baby shower, and the company picnic! GRRRRRRRR. All to be stuck in a courtroom with MORONS. And by MORONS I mean the LAWYERS.
Oh man, on re-read at 8:53am, that sounds much more sarcastic than it did in my under-caffeinated head at 5:30something. It was supposed to read as good natured teasing. I'm sorry. In person, I'm far more pleasant.
Hee. It's not a problem, really. I was pretty much asking for the sarcasm.
Okay, could I have picked a profession in which I work myself to exhaustion for a less grateful audience?
I suppose so. I could be a repo man. It's still a bit tiring.
Not all my classes, I should point out. But I've got two now that are pretty much there on sufferance, and figure that they shouldn't have to do anything at all. Which is just spiffy.
Waaaah!
t /bitching about getting what she signed up for
Aw, man, meara, that suck-diddly-ucks.
I just had a very nice talk with one of the postdoc fellows, who stopped by to congratulate me on the Halloweenie and stayed to commiserate about working in a pediatric subspecialty at a teaching hospital. She admitted to having spent much of her pregnancy rubbing conducting gel all over her belly and scanning herself way more often than necessary, out of sheer paranoia. And she also said that if I get panicky (which I kind of did last night, because I haven't felt the Halloweenie move yet and all the books seemed to say I should, so clearly it was my selfish inability to give up coffee that had wrecked everything, and I spent most of last night on the verge of tears, but too humiliated by my own total whack-ass craziness to admit it to anyone but Hec), I can page her and she'll scan me or Doppler the Halloweenie's heartbeat to reassure me.
I work with some good peeps, is what it is.
