I have no stress about not wanting kids. My parents might have stress.

My Mom was a little sad that I didn't want kids, but she got over it, and really got over it once my friends started having babies. It turns out that Mom wasn't that invested in the idea of grandchildren, she just liked babies.

Semi-related tangent: You guys! My Dad has started going contra dancing at the local community center, and is apparently quite the sought-after partner! There is a very nice lady who has pretty much claimed him as her usual partner; when they were taking a break and getting some water, another lady asked my Dad if he would like to dance, and the nice lady with him immediately said "He's resting!" Hee!

I'm really, really happy that he is doing this. My Dad is an extremely social person, so I completely support him going out dancing and meeting people.

Jilli, that's great! A friend of mine has been contradancing for many years (not continuously), and it looks like such fun! It's a great way to meet folks, too.

Jilli, that's wonderful. I'm glad to hear your dad is doing well.

I just got reprimanded in a multi-recipient email for being unprepared for a document review today. Bitch, please. I asked numerous times if the document review was today, and when we were going to do the pre-review tasks, and I was told not to worry. The person reprimanding me was on that email chain.

So I reply back to him and tell him there's nothing I can do about false information, and he says back he wants to eliminate the confusion and make sure "we" are doing the right things.

How about not telling me bad info? That wasn't confusion, that was flat out contradiction. I am mad.

And I'm also mad because I can't work out how to frame this particular bit of the requirements document as a requirement. Gah.

I hope you cc'ed the known world with the relevant e-mails, ita.

Thing is, the guy reprimanding me said "Oh, I saw that."

Then how about you reprimand the guy who gave me the bad info? And reprimand him in front of everyone, like you did me? Jesus. There are too many cooks trying to stir this pot, I swear. And they just look at me and say they're unhappy and want me to read their minds, and get condescending when I ask them what they're on about.

And I have to go roleplay in ten minutes.

::pets Perkins. Offers alcohol::

::does not pet ita, but offers to bap her idiot coworkers with something hard::

I'm not going to pet ita ! ... but I'd be happy to offer you the blunt instrument of choice so you can bap your cow-irkers yourself. Or hold your coat while you do it bare-handed.

I can't focus on this document that needs editing, still.

Please yell at me and tell me to get to work.

Allyson! GET TO WORK!

::goes back to reading Vorkosigan-fic::