Steph! The stretch definitely helped! My hips felt much better today.

It's a beautiful thing. It's a bastard of a stretch, and the next day I was shocked to wake up with markedly less pain. Bless the internet and all of its knowledge.

The Internet know everything. Unfortunately, that includes all the things that are wrong.

Unfortunately, that includes all the things that are wrong.

I was going to say "Bless the Internet, and all its contents," but then I realized how very much I *don't* mean that.

It's like god. It giveth and it taketh away.

I was listening to a Nerdist podcast with Penn Jillette, and he was going on and on about how the untrammelled free speech of the internet was a purely wonderful thing, and my eyeballs did a triple somersault with a half twist.

Penn can be so sanctimonious sometimes. Truly insufferable.

Oh, askye, I'm sorry about the job. But Ginger is exactly right; it reflects a hell of a lot more on their managerial skills than your abilities. But between that and dealing with various sick animals, it just seems like the last few days have been a terrible emotional grind for you. I'm vibing lots of health improvement to Dean and gentler (and more happily employed) days ahead to you.

Thanks. I'm feeling better, still a little dejected. Tomorrow is a fresh start and I'll see what happens. The woman I went through the initial training and I are FB friends and she messaged me and called me. Which is nice, we've been trying to get together for lunch, maybe in a few weeks.

She said that everyone in her dept talks about what a nightmare "my" dept is and how none of them want to work over there. And people make jokes about how hard is it over there (I think the work in general, not sure if it's mgmt in particular). That made me feel better.

Awww, that's very nice. I got that kind of validation (ex-coworker showed up for a reading and signing Hec did three days after I was sacked) after I was humiliatingly fired; it really helps to have someone else confirm that you're not fucked up, you just got dropped all unaware into a fucked-up workplace.

Yay for validation. It's not you, honey; it's them.

I am supposed to be off today, and have a shitton to accomplish before friends get into town tomorrow morning; however, my boss called last night to see if I could look at a job with him. I said sure! And now it's turning into a whole thing. Oh well, getting hours is good, it'll still be a three and a half day weekend. Just wish I'd managed to eat breakfast before he picked me up.