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.

{{{Teppy}}} It's not unreasonable to expect some kind of recognition of your emotional state after working with these people for that long.

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

Ouch.

Told Owen's speech therapist about the move today. It was tough, because his group really gelled yesterday and he had a great individual session today. I am going to HATE leaving this center. We still have at least a month there, which is good. She's going to help me search for someone new in Wisconsin.

Dad called me with the results of his afternoon blood tests -- he only talked to a nurse, not the cardiologist, but the nurse says that it's a reasonable bet that he did, in fact, have a heart attack. That would be #5, according to him.

I think with 5, your next one is free.

So they're keeping him tonight, understandably, and going to do another angiogram tomorrow morning to see whatinHELL is going on. His biggest concern was whether or not he'd be allowed to have dinner tonight, because he needs to fast for 12 hours before the procedure. So I'd say he's doing as well as he can.

*I'm* stressed, and am googling the location of the nearest state liquor store (no, seriously) so that I can have a nice soothing glass of bourbon after work.

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

Kelly Kapoor used "u" for "you" in her e-mail, and I wanted to run away for that.

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.

But there's this. I shouldn't be so judgmental, right? Even though #5 also lists Three's A Company as a favorite show and "Cold Play" as a favorite band?

That would be #5, according to him.

This is truly a #5 kind of day. I'm sorry.

Oh, Steph. Ugh. And hugs--virtual ones.