Just give yourself tools to deal with this sort of derailment that you can fall back on.

Yay money, flea? I hope it works out well for you.

ION: mmm, wine is tasty. There was a while there when I was not all that sure about fermented grape juice, but I have come back around. Ten year old Pinot Noir is good stuff.

I want wine!

I also have wine, but it's all the way in the other room.

(plus I've been trying not to drink much at home)

SO, no word on the job....BUT... a friend overheard an HR convo that was very positive about me and the position and it be " a new start for me". pleaseohpleaseohplease.

ION - tomorrow is my first 5K. I will walk most of it due to not running or even working out at ALL over the last month or 2. I will finish though.

GO YOU, MSBELLE.

The woman I've been trying to get in touch with since Wednesday emailed me at like 6. She wants to chat over the weekend. (This is for her work, but not mine.) @@

Thanks, sara.

I'm realizing more and more that the person I am livid with is the DD, and my coworker got the brunt of it, and I really need to apologize to her, because it wasn't her, but the situation, that was CAUSED by the Development Director who doesn't read her fracking emails and thereby forces me to communicate with her in inappropriate situations. I feel better now that I can more properly express myself when I do apologize, rather than "I was a dick and I don't know why, let's blame my lady problems".

There's value in apologizing, but don't undermine yourself. Cw didn't mean harm, but she didn't help.

There's plenty at work I suck at, but managing personalities and defusing drama is not one of 'em.

I need to vent but I can't even put this amount of irritation into words. I am this close to ending a six-year friendship, except we're still going to live in the same building and send our kids to the same daycare and see each other every fucking day in the lobby, so...yeah.

But holy shit, I am so angry right now I can barely type. I was over at their place for the weekly potluck and since all the adults there tonight have kids in the 5-6 range the conversation turned to schools and he says, standing right the fuck next to me, "Oh if we hadn't gotten into [new school] we would have had to move. There's no way in hell I was going to send my kids to our local school. No offense, Jess."

NO FUCKING OFFENSE YOU GODDAMN JUDGMENTAL ASSHOLE? The only reason I didn't leave right then was our kids were having a great time together, and I couldn't see myself explaining to them the reason we were leaving. "Sorry kids, Mommy doesn't want to be in the same room with our good friend J right now because he apparently thinks your school isn't good enough for your best friend."

And we're supposed to be going on vacation with this family later in the summer, but I think I'm going to have to call it off. The kids will be crushed. I don't know, I'm seeing red right now. And DH is out of town for the weekend so I have nobody to talk me down.

Jessica, I wouldn't make any decisions at this moment (though, yes, it's totally valid pissed-off-ness), especially not unilaterally.

The irony is that we've also applied for the new progressive unzoned school his kid is going to in the fall, because it's an excellent program and I think Dylan would thrive there. But you know, if we don't get in, we'll be perfectly happy sending him back to our neighborhood school for first grade! The way he recoils at the notion of his precious darling being condemned to kindergarten there, you'd think 6 year-olds were being knifed in the halls. I really have no idea what his problem is, except that he's got a bug up his butt about the school district we live in.

AAAAAAAAAAAARGH. Fuck everything.