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.

::waves at everyone::

Smonster, dunno what to say. Just happy you made the move to the big easy.

SJ, I feel ya on the too tired to say anything. Especially with real estate, where you are talking thru people, and not directly. If that was face to face, and I was in the right mood, the agent would feel like an inch worm could stand taller, and then I would demand my money not go into that bigots pocket. But, odds are the introvert would shine thru, and I'd just dream of all that. Good luck with the house hunt. I have my third short sale offer in. Dunno if this will pass or not. Banks just don't want to understand the market is going down. But hey, that's another story.

Ok, dinner break done. Back to work. This week hasnt been the best. But hey, that which doesn't kill me, yadda yadda yadda, right? Now if only there was a way laundry would do itself.

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

I cannot parse that into any kind of sense.

I cannot parse that into any kind of sense.

Me neither.

Does she possibly mean those commie Teacher's Unions love the teachers, hate the kids?

SJ, I feel ya on the too tired to say anything. Especially with real estate, where you are talking thru people, and not directly. If that was face to face, and I was in the right mood, the agent would feel like an inch worm could stand taller, and then I would demand my money not go into that bigots pocket. But, odds are the introvert would shine thru, and I'd just dream of all that. Good luck with the house hunt. I have my third short sale offer in. Dunno if this will pass or not. Banks just don't want to understand the market is going down. But hey, that's another story.

Good luck with the short sale. If she did say anything like that in front of me, I would have to say something, although it probably wouldn't be as eloquent as what I could make up in my head. But the way things stand it is easier to just let my realtor give her hell for me. In the meantime, we have two more showings scheduled on Sunday. I'm not very excited about either of them but maybe one will surprise me.

It is your realtor's job - ours gave the home warranty people hell when they weren't stepping up.

but to add - when we went looking for a house I wanted a one level house - I had about 6 reasons and just because it is what I wanted didn't make it meant I should pay more.

( and I paid less than asking around peak of the market )