I worked for the university for more than 20 years.
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Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I wish there was some regard for that length of loyalty. I'm sorry.
That sucks, sumi. I hope you find somewhere else more worthy of you.
I am in a freak-out spiral about all of the things I should be doing, like packing, and I was so stressed I took off work today but I have not gotten a lot done, and I just remembered something else I have to do, so I'm doing that now, but it involves the phone. So many things involve the phone, and when I'm like this, talking on the phone to strangers is the last thing I want to do.
And I think, worst-case scenario, we'll get someone to pack everything, but then I feel lazy and self-indulgent, and all of this just leads to me on the couch watching another episode of super-hero TV.
I'm sorry, sumi. I hope you find something better, with more congenial people, soon.
And the guy selling us carpet in Dallas just asked if I knew his cousins, the Millers. SERIOUSLY?
Oh, Sumi, I'm so sorry. I can only hope that being away from what sounds like a horribly negative environment will be freeing for you.
I'm not allowed to buy any more geeky t shirts. I finally reorganized my clothes today and the amount of t shirts I have is insane
sumi, best ~ma for finding a good place to work, thrive, and be happy.
I need to go to campus and get stuff done. I have a list and everything. And this stuff really does have to get done today. And my ankle hurts, and I don't wanna.
sumi, that's a rotten thing for them to do. Much ~ma for quickly finding a better place that appreciates you.
After almost two weeks of struggling with uncontrollable anxiety and fatigue and headaches, I started feeling better yesterday, and today, I feel fine. If things go the way they usually do, I should get three days of feeling pretty good before the crash back into fatigue and anxiety. There's no external reason for this that I can find. The doctors tell me there's nothing wrong with me, so I guess it's fucked-up hormones. It's been like this for years. It was better when I had the Mirena, though, so I'm getting that hardware reinstalled asap. I'm just sick of trying to pack all my living into three days a month.