On the plus side, after that I'm going shopping for a confirmation outfit.

May I suggest something? I think you could rock skirts.

I think you could rock skirts.

I wear them a lot, especially to church. They're tricky with walkers and wheelchairs, though. You have to get a length that will work with both, and that's almost impossible. Also, if I find I need the w/chair on the day, and end sitting down (in a very cold church!) for an hour and a half, trousers are better. So I'll see what the mall offers!

Shit. Seems like the silver bracelet my sister got me for my birthday dropped and fell. It's not on me anymore, and it was this morning when I left the house.

If it's the office, there's a chance I can find it. If it was lost during the bus rides, not much luck.

It's more depressing than I thought it'll be.

It was basically someone saying, "You care about issue X? Why don't you care about issue Y? You should be doing more about issue Y!" in a discussion of issue X.

Yeah, derailing's a common debate tactic for people who don't want to deal with issue X. For example, there's a subset of men who use it in women's rape discussions. "Why are you going on about women who get raped? Why isn't anyone discussing men who get raped?" I generally point them toward wordpress's free blogging platform and suggest they go for it.

People are stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, and insist on involving me with their stupidity.

20 minutes after I understood I probably lost the bracelet, I was, of course, kindda down and mellow, but I was still on the go. Got shit to do, things to take care of, etc.. Then a bunch of Tu Bishvat gift baskets to the office. The secretary simply gave me one, without finding first if they're for the volunteers too or not. 2 minutes after it she saw I wasn't on the list, but it really distressed her that she gave me something (that I wasn't expected for, and frankly, couldn't give less about) and took it away. I told her over and over again it's OK and not a big deal (what I didn't tell her is that the big deal for me is finding my sister's bracelet, and if she wants to make a big deal about something, would she please shut up and help me to find it). End of the story was that after 15 minutes, 10 of them I stayed and leaving later than I had to because she talked me into taking the freaking, heavy, don't-have-room-for-it-in-my-backpack gift basket with me, despite thinking it wasn't meant for me.

While waiting for the bus, I was this close finding a homeless person and give it to him/her. Hey, it's tons of food and a gift I didn't need, so what the hell? But then the bus came, and thank God I didn't give it then.

10 minutes later, on the bus, I get a phone call. It was her, apologizing for the "procedures" (yet, not for her foolish, unnecessary behavior that caused all of the mess), telling me I have to give it back and she wasn't supposed to do it. Uh, that's pretty nice, expect I'm already on the freaking bus, not to come back to the office until next week. So instead, I'll meet a colleague in university tomorrow, carrying dead weight I didn't had to begin with, bothering another person for the secretary's reaction.

Half way through her call I snapped. Not at her, but began to tear at the bus after the call. That's the freaking last thing on my mind now, and all she cares about it to come out clean and OK and that nobody will be mad at her and clean up the unnecessary mess she created, for it wasn't at her dignity to give a gift and take it away.

10 minutes later, of course, came another call from her, apologizing again for the "procedures" (last time she messed something up, and I got locked outside of the office because of it, I got 3 phone calls with the "I'm under a lot of stress and doing so much, you really can't blame me, can you?" phone calls).

I can't believe she dragged me into this emotional mess. I need to go to the library and study, but right now I'm trying to not cry. Dammit. Didn't need this.

Edit: I'm better now.

Oh Shir what a mess. I'm so sorry you have to deal with that.

Faulkner to the rescue, as always.

(The Sound and the Fury, opening of the second chapter (June 2nd, 1910). The wonders that these 2-3 pages can do to me).

It's just a bummer that I was in such a good mood this morning, when I got up.

{{{{Hil}}}}

{{{{Anne}}}}

{{{{Shir}}}}

Job-hunt~ma to Nora and Jilli.

Hi. Feeling somewhat better after getting some sleep.

Hil, I'm glad you're feeling better today. I hope Anne W. is too.