And I feel like a big baby and hugely self-entitled bitch from hell for being annoyed and a little hurt that nobody said anything when I'm obviously upset.

You're not a big baby, nor is it entitlement to expect that people you've worked with for years, in your small office, would say something, or even just silently bring you a box of Kleenex.

I would totally silently bring you a box of Kleenex, btw.

{{Tep}}

I'm meeting #5 tonight. Turns out she likes Heroes. Or, as she called it, Hero's.

(((Teppy))) You're so not evil. Much -ma to you and your dad.

Turns out she likes Heroes. Or, as she called it, Hero's.

Oh. Dear.

Someone remind me that I cannot wait until after I've been up for 7 hours, had an exam, and worked with two tutees before I eat anything. I know I my stomach wasn't happy this morning with the migraine, but I should have at least had some toast or something.

Meeting went OK, I think. I was able to explain the difference in my role and an admin role by saying that if I were an admin, my long-term goal would be to move into an upper-level exec assistant type position, but I very much DON'T want that path, and that I'm in the position I am because in a few years, I'm thinking of something like a nonprofit management MBA program so I can move up into administrator-type roles. (All that is something I'm only vaguely thinking about, and hopefully I'll sell my first novel in the next few years and can think instead about building my writing career in such a way that I can dial back to part-time and eventually meet my REAL long-term goal of quitting my day job altogether, but that's more than she needs to know at this point.)

Anyway, she's on board with that, though I think she's going to take it further than I intended--she wants me to get involved in the budgeting process, and she's issued a challenge to me to go meet three other people in similar roles within the hospital within the next month so I'll have contacts to help me navigate the somewhat byzantine systems in this place. (We kinda bonded over the craziness of how things operate and how hard it is to find someone who actually knows the answers to what should be simple questions.)

...God, what does it say about me that apostrophe abuse might be a dealbreaker?

thinks

Probably that it's too long since I got laid.

...God, what does it say about me that apostrophe abuse might be a dealbreaker?

That you're a Buffista?

So I'm used to it by now. Yes, I worry, because who wouldn't? But after 15 years, I can't keep reacting in the same sort of immediate-crisis-panic mode.

The flip side of this is that it has worn you down. You've expended a lot of mental and emotional energy for 15 years.

God, what does it say about me that apostrophe abuse might be a dealbreaker?

I'd give a guy a break on apostrophe use for a couple e-mails. If it was consistent, I'd start backing away.

It's too long since I've been laid, but I suspect my desire for grammatical sentences is the least of my problems.

amych beat me to it...

On the one hand, apostrophe abuse, oh so bad. But, on the other hand, there certainly exist folks like Flannery O'Connor, who was incredibly articulate and eloquent but cheerfully copped to being a "very innocent speller" dependent on sharp-eyed editors to make sure her written words were comprehensible to the general reading public.

And I do have one friend who has terrible fanboy tendencies, can't spell, and abuses emoticons dreadfully -- none of which is relevant to the fact that he is big-hearted and fiercely loyal and ethical and a great comic actor and really just kind of a real-life Xander without the demon girlfriend and commitment issues. He attempted to woo me long ago in the pre-Hec days, and his terrible writing put me off -- which is all to the good because Hec is my right and true partner, but I do feel faintly ashamed of myself for it. I was right to put him off and wait for the right person, but I didn't do it for the very best reasons.