::makes out with Erin::

Please don't forget to eat, Erin!

Not only did you remember to tell us about your contract, you can totally threadsuck all sorts of outrage and stabbinations and virtual smitings of every stupid ass-head involved in that moronic decision.

Yay sweet kids, with the prayers and the missing!

Also, many many hugs to Laura. Your letter looks great, and javachick's note about that one possible revision is just about perfect. I'm sorry it's all so sad and stressful for you. You're such a good daughter and sister.

Hec and I were just talking about you over the weekend; as we were noodling on about maybe someday, if we ever dig out of our giant debt hole, getting a TV that doesn't make our eyes cross with the blurriness, it occurred to us that we'd have to go through all the pain of setting up the VCR and DVD player and TiVO all over again. And then it occurred to us that obviously this meant you'd have to come out and visit again, and then we spent the next five minutes talking about how ridiculously happy that would make both of us.

I am work-fried already. My predecessor and her predecessor had, to say the least, slightly chaotic filing systems, both in conflict with each other and neither corresponding to any organizational principle previously known on Earth. The predecessor's predecessor apparently stuffed everything down a black hole. The p's p's p had a perfectly sane and sensible filing system, but it's now defunct due to having been ignored for the past two years. Also, the entire thing is overlaid with a strong stench of math and accounting. I am Not Happy.

(Except for liking all the people I actually work for, and most of the co-workers who are present and not predecessors. They're all peachy.)

Please don't forget to eat, Erin!

I'm not the only one who skimmed right over the comma, I hope?

In case there was any doubt, Plei totally rocks! The blog you linked to earlier is perfectly what I was looking for. I started reading it from the beginning and her Spina Bifida seems to be of equal severity to mine and reading her first few entries has already answered a bunch of questions. Thank you!

I don't think I'd be very tasty right now. I'm like one of those stressed-out veal calves.

Erin's no tasty free-range chicken right now!

Thanks, JZ. I can't even remember who of my meatspace friends knows about all the various craptastic things right now, so I'm all like "And then I have to get surgery/update my resume..." and people are all "Brwha?"

I am making jambalaya and washing all my bedstuff. I will slounge in vanilla lavender scented comfort! (Although, in all reality, I'll be back in a week, and it will probably smell like pissed-off cat.)

Vortex, I have no solutions for you, but the idea that you wouldn't get to choose your own assistant bugs the heck out of me.

sj, I don't have any references to offer you, but tons of ~ma in dealing with the whole process. Sometimes the research is as exhausting as the rest.

Erin, tons and tons of surgery~ma and job~ma. You should definitely threadsuck and bask in the righteous Buffista anger at the way you've been treated. I'm so glad you're kids are being sweet.

Susan, my experience is limited, but I have heard what Ginger said--start the anti-nausea drugs early and stay on them late.

Laura, I am in complete agreement about what everyone said about the letter. You are being incredibly diplomatic in a very difficult situation. I really liked Vortex's revision of that one paragraph, fwiw.

JZ, despite work insanity, I'm so happy that your actual work environment is turning out to be positive.

In case there was any doubt, Plei totally rocks! The blog you linked to earlier is perfectly what I was looking for. I started reading it from the beginning and her Spina Bifida seems to be of equal severity to mine and reading her first few entries has already answered a bunch of questions. Thank you!

Yay!

My Google-fu is occasionally good for something!

My Google-fu is occasionally good for something!

My Google-fu sucks. I've been looking for weeks on and off and never came across that blog. The other links on her site are also very helpful.

Can someone please smite a few key people at Disney for me?

Also, the entire thing is overlaid with a strong stench of math and accounting.

Try vinegar.