Good luck, Julie!

I'm down to one robin. Given it is the younger (guessing, the older had less fluff than this one still has on the head) and I've put in back up in the nest twice after watching is clumsily flutterthump to the ground, I expect the older sibling is starting to fly and is the source of the identical cheeping from the low tree across from me. Of course, something more dire could be true, but the parents are still around. And holy god, one was MAD at me when I was putting the one back into the nest. She nearly whacked me in the face.

Also, baby robin being fierce? ADORKABLE! It's already got robin coloring and got all puffed up and yelly.

I wish them well, nature and all that shit.

Where in Maine, Julie?

Hil, an hour north of Portland, right on the coast.

Scola's Law of IT: Given the clear choice of a simple solution or a complicated solution, people will choose the more complicated solution every single time. When you challenge someone and try to explain that the more complicated solution is not necessary, you will be met with blank stares, and you will be ignored completely.

Rule ID-10-T

One of the reasons that I've seriously begun thinking about ditching the place I work at is that I fear for what we'll become when boss lady leaves. She had her issues and quirks, but she was also on-task. Current ED, for all that he's a beautiful person, has a mission statement in his head that doesn't align with what I've been working with for the past six years, and I'm frightened at what he'll do without the strong personality of boss-lady to keep him in check. With her leaving, it's quickly becoming a place that I don't think I like anymore.

I overheard him today asking a local hort rep from Rutger's Uni if he'd been outside. Great! Then ED said that the Rutger's guy should check out the sculptures and holy fuck, way to dis the grounds and what the Rutger's guy might be mainly interested in. But also, even if it were anyone else, the fucking art isn't what we're about. Way to insult me and boss lady by disregarding everything that we work for with one of our fucking peers.

We had a tornado hit the area last Monday, and he was out on the grounds, but not checking for damage on the trees at an arboretum, but for damage on the artwork. Yes, the only times he is outside is when it has to do with art. He tells people that we are an art exhibit. Yes, thank you, my job is to just patch over the lawn where last year's sculpture was. Uh huh. It's in our mission to compete with Grounds for Sculpture (whose grounds are absolute shite).

For all that I hate the old ED, I never feared her vision for the organization. Now this sweet gentle man is making me want to let go of being a part of the process of making where I work a better place.

Apparently after 20 hours its legit to threaten you with catheterisation.

Fine! You can have it.

I decided to put on my tiara from the long ago tiara exchange tonight. I'd ordered pizza, so I continued to wear it when I went to the front porch to wait for the delivery. The delivery girl did a double take as she got out of her car. "Are you wearing a tiara?" "Yes, I am," I said simply. "Why?" "Because I can." She blinked. "OK, then, fair enough."

It's good to keep them guessing.

I Like this.

Betting she googles tiaras after shift, if she doesn't already own one, based on that exchange.

That is, indeed, fair enough.

Good luck, Juliebird!

I have spent a lot of time thinking about what To Do With My Life (because I had the time. Lots and lots of time), including career-wise, and the one conclusion I have come to is that every choice I made thinking that it was going to lead to steady work really did not work out that way. I mean, Finance was supposed to be secure. Ha.

In my most recent job-hunting, the one thing I promised myself was that I wouldn't take the first job that came along because that has gotten me stuck in dead end bullshit before. And then I totally took the first job that came along. And also took the second job that came along and worked both of them for a bit and eventually the second job became a permanent job that I could really see me keeping happily for a long time. I had no idea this was even a job that people had, much less one I could do, didn't come close to thinking of even the collection of skills I use in all my brainstorming of What To Do For a Living.

Is it possible we could have "Community" at the buffistas? I'm not sure we are ready for that.

Just today I was thinking that taking Spanish at the Community College would totally help me with my job (and not just be a crazy fannish thing to do, because of course that thought is in the back of my mind)