If I pull my scarf over my head, the world will cease to exist and I can ignore it, right?
SO TEMPTING.
I am reminded of one day when I was in college, when I crawled under my desk and pretended to be an eggplant. I really really want to do that right now.
As it is, I've started not picking up calls from my parents, since it's just my mother freaking out and my dad totally enabling her. I think we're going to have to hire someone to sit with her for several hours/day, on top of the $$$ we're paying to the senior community.
cute horses!
Sorry your mom's determined to be like Livia Soprano, Suela.(hopefully, she won't have you whacked.)
I convinced the boss to change the gift card. Not much better, but now it is Best Buy.
I think that's a good call, Consuela. You have to take care of your own mental health, too.
One of my co-workers is totally asking for my mentoring today. It's kind of, well no--it is flattering. And then he got chewed out by our boss, so I welcomed him to the club, and asked if he'd had one particular objection yet.
Amusingly (well, to me), he hadn't, but he got called back in and chewed out again, and then he did get that line too. Apparently it's harder keeping a straight face when you've seen the impersonation beforehand.
Still, the scope of his responsibilities are broadening, I guess, to be more like mine, although I totally think of him as equivalent to me. Then I realise he's prepping for his first presentation to the CIO, and oh, yeah. I guess maybe it's more different than I'd imagined.
Consuela, vibing hugely for you, and your whole family. I can't believe how wretched it's been and how your mom's distress and anger are continuing to keep it wretched. Shielding yourself and conserving what energy you've got sounds like a very wise plan (even if you end up eggplanting under your desk -- anything it takes).
I want to be an eggplant under my desk. If I can have my Palm and my Nook with me. But I'm afraid my knees would not thank me for it.
I'm tempted about the desk thing. I had to explain the
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tag to a co-worker, and why 13 deep was bad design (you should see the 3D rendering of this page in Firefox's debug tool...), and then I had to tell a developer how to deploy the script in question. Yes, my manager had been getting mixed messages--my right one, and everyone else.
And she might think our boss is easy going, but I don't remotely.
OMG, I might be a genius. So far, for my aunts for Christmas presents I have the Oatmeal book How to Tell if Your Cat is Trying to Kill You, and then I just got them a groupon to a pizza place I think they like. But that's a totally random pair of things. BUT! I'm pretty sure that I saw a cat toy shaped like a piece of pizza yesterday. That would be perfect to tie it all together!
They're making us do equations. I think I want to join people in hiding under desks and being an eggplant.
