I can't come up with a non snarky way to say, "Perhaps you didn't realize that my name on the box meant it was mine rather than an annex of the one above it."

That's not that snarky, to my mind.

That's not that snarky, to my mind.

It is for where I work, at least in the tone of voice I would have. Touchy-feely kinda place. Group home for developmentally disabled adults. Sometimes you gotta coddle the widdle baby feewings of the other staff more than you do the residents.

Beverly, it surprises me not at all that we have a lot of the same books Or, rather, you have all my tarot books and so many more!

And how much do I love that you own a copy of Her Minor Thing. Best screen kiss ever. Amen.

Best screen kiss ever.

::looks around for Cass. nods::

Uh huh.

Still Breathing is one of my favorites. I just put it on sometimes as a background to...my life. Love it so.

And you saucy minx, you're looking at my preliminary book shelves. What a Buffista thing to do! Those were just the first ones from my office. The rest are marooned in boxes, for a while, yet.

There's tarot to go with the tarot books. Um. I may have a problem. This is after culling and passing on almost half to the local metaphysical shop for resale.

I went to a tanning bed this evening. It goes against every fibre of my being but I recently developed a case of pityriasis rosea and I'm hoping the UVB rays will help clear up the rash.

On the plus side, I picked up sushi for dinner and it was DELISH!

Still Breathing

I thought that I recognized that cover. Love that one too. So charming. So romantic. That one and The Rookie are my favorite, early B. Fraser

Of COURSE I perused the bookshelves. Doesn't everyone?!

I also noticed the Fairie Oracle, which I just used during a corporate ritual last week. It was a huge hit.

The other cards I used for that gig were the Star+Gate which I bought in 1984. I canNOT believe that a new copy is selling for $299. It's a shame it is out of print. Despite, or perhaps because of, its simplicity, it is hugely effective.

Have you ever seen it, Beverly?

eta: Well there you are...the wooden box on the third shelf down? I have that. And the blue fabric on top of the box looks remarkably like gold silk lined fabric tarot bag I have as well.

Sistah!

WS - what about:

Dear Co-Worker Who Was Probably Egged Onto Cleaning Out That Cabinet By Our Supervisor's Supervisor:

While I understand that my box was full and/or overflowing, my name is still on the box, so in the future I would appreciate the opportunity to "clean" it. I'm fairly certain that there was an error and it was mistakenly cleaned, thinking that it was unclaimed. It is mine. My name is on the (top, right side, bottom). The items in it were/are important to me and my ability to do my job.

I've recovered most of the documents since they were put inside of labeled folders and placed back in my box. Thank you, (lame co-worker). Some items, however, were completely removed. It would be incredibly helpful if I knew whether the missing items were thrown away or simply moved to another location.

In the future I will make every effort to keep my box more organized, however I would still request that I'm notified if anyone feels it needs further organization.

I think it's perfectly fine to call the person out by name because you're thanking them but not necessarily accusing them. You recognize the handwriting so it's not like they cna really hide from you.

And each time I typed "my box" I giggled. Because I am twelve.

ION ~ I have finally found a keeper at the near-by Massage Envy. YAY! It's very Goldilocks but the first person was Too Rough, the second was Too Soft, and the third one is Just Right.

I require deep tissue but the first person just beat the shit out of me without really getting into individual muscles, if that makes sense. I only saw her once. The next person I tried was really quite good the first time but totally failed me the second time I saw her. Today was my second visit with B and she did not fail me. She is amazing. Ahhhh.

First world whine alert: I just spent a significant amount of time making risotto with fresh high quality shrimp (that Tom spent a lot of time cleaning and peeling) and I didn't like it. Sigh.

That sucks, Nora.

I used to love shrimp, but I really don't anymore. Every time I get it it just seems bland. I seem to recall reading somewhere that the shrimp of today just don't taste as good as they used to - anybody hear about this?