((((Maria and family))))

And you're probably right not to read the story, made up or true.

Oy, I hate this. I'm all stressed out about this email to My Nemesis. I shouldn't be: it's entirely polite and forthright, asking for clarification and more information on all the projects.

I end with: "As I'm sure you recognize, it is important to the success of the program that information on the status of these projects be shared regularly, so that it can be passed up the chain of command, and so we can all answer any questions from HQ and elsewhere."

I know she is out to undermine me; she knows I know. It's pretty much all in the open. So why am I stressed?

But I hate confrontation, and I suspect she takes advantage of that. So instead I wait and wait until it gets ridiculous and I get pissed off, which makes me look petty and bitchy.

Consuela, the invisible people support you in email. You can do this. You must do this. Fuck her.

Does anyone remember the URL of that cheap jewelry site that sold silver and gemstone stuff with the countdown clock?

Oh god. I'm not going to the link because your reactions are enough to convince me of the depravity.

Silverjewelryclub.com, where the jewelry is "free," but you pay shipping? [link]

Yes, thank you, Steph. I can never remember that URL. I know, that's what bookmarks are for, but it appears I have a problem.

Okay, sent. BAH.

I really enjoy this job, and I want to do it. Why are they making it so difficult? I couldn't even convince my boss it would be a good idea to redistribute some of her work, even though she's got a double workload and can't possibly get it all done.

I just watched the video. Ugh. Even with the story from his point of view it's pretty clear that she was so not into it. The audience did turn during the story. There was still laughter, but it had a what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-this-guy edge to it.

Calli (I think it was you who asked), I do not live in Michigan but I work there in the summer. This weekend I was hanging out in Kalkaska/Traverse City/Elk Rapids seeing a show and visiting friends.

I work with a program called RN First Assistant. I really wish I would stop typoing it as RN Fist Assistant.

If it restores your faith in the menfolk at all, S. just changed a flat tire for a college girl (with an adorably buzzed head and cute Chucks) right outside. I gave him all the Good Guy points for the day.