t hugs omnis

Luckily for her only my real estate agent is dealing with her. It's not really worth my time or energy at this point to try to take any action against.

I was supposed to go to a Young Professionals Happy Hour tonight, but I think I used up all my social energy, and just couldn't handle a crowd.

Damn, sj, that is some SHIT. Not overreacting at all. That would be worth a tweet to corporate, if it's a large enough agency to have a Twitter account. Only if you felt like it, of course.

Hi omnis!!!

I would go see The Red Pen of Death on opening night, dressed in costume.

I do cosplay reenactments of The Red Pen of Death every day, AIFG.

I was supposed to go to a Young Professionals Happy Hour tonight

I read that as Happy Young Professionals Hour and thought, "holy crap, I'd never make it through one of those things..."

sj, what a dick. I hope the house doesn't sell and he's forced to take a even lower bid from you.

Hi, omnis!

Damn, sj, that is some SHIT. Not overreacting at all. That would be worth a tweet to corporate, if it's a large enough agency to have a Twitter account. Only if you felt like it, of course

Maybe, after we're finished house hunting and if I ever join twitter, but right now nsm. I'm just too tired to deal.

sj, what a dick. I hope the house doesn't sell and he's forced to take a even lower bid from you.

She but yes, I am hoping that too.

I hope he has to crawl on his knees and beg for another bid from you.

Another exhausting day at work. The director (no longer just interim!) met with my crew and me, and then my supervisor and I talked with him separately. They didn't bring up everything we talked about yesterday (partially for fear of reprisals, I learned) but I shared them all with him afterwards. I told him that I may talk to her one-on-one; he didn't disagree but noted that it would not likely produce the results I hoped. Frankly, I feel the same about any talk he may have with her, but I didn't share that.

It went well, and afterwards my supervisor complimented my eloquence, but goddamn I am exhausted. Juggling working and supervising and llama drama and coming up with a rain plan on the spot (which didn't work out) and my crew was all cranky... I'm just wiped. I went to bed at 8:30 last night and it's looking like the same tonight.

It also doesn't help knowing that our program is on a razor's edge and may cease to exist when this crew is done, and not much about that is in my control. Like, less than 1% of that is in my control.

I keep telling myself that all this is making me stronger and more resiliant, and reminding myself that just a few years past I would have gone totally fetal long ago from the stress. It doesn't help much in the moment, though.

I fed the animals and myself, scooped the cat pans, took out the trash, wrote a rent check, did some dishes, and wrote a very contrite email to my volunteer committee chair for being MIA for about a month. I think that's all the adult I have in me for tonight. I'm gonna finish eating my tater tots, take a shower, and crash.

Okay, gratitude post. I'm making a concerted effort to focus on good stuff.

I will be part of the FIRST EVER Mardi Gras recycling pilot project, and the people involved are super excited about my experience and knowledge; also, my boss is supportive and letting me leave to attend a mid-day meeting about it on Friday.

My boss and I have pretty darn good communication and support going on. No sexing, though, whatever Drama Llama may think (and yes, I told the director about that at my boss' prompting).

My crew is kicking so much ass these days I'm having to jump to keep ahead of them.

Krewe de Vieux this weekend!!! Woot!

StW and I may go to a free party at an art museum Friday, with music and dance and Mardi Gras Indians, oh my!

My neighbors will put out my trashcan if I forget, and always pull it back in for me by the time I get home.

My new landlady is awesome.

Which museum, smonster? NOMA, Ogden, CAC?

I am freaking wiped and sad for no discernible reason.

Someone in my Facebook flist had this as a status today:

In public schools the teachers are barak obama and the students are george w bush.

Considering other things this person has said about public school teachers, I'm not entirely certain that what she meant was "public school teachers have the thankless and herculean task of cleaning up some monumental messes...." which is kinda what it means to me.