I don't know why, but my mom telling me this afternoon that she plans on retiring this year has somewhat amplified my anxiety levels.

The subtext is that Umbridge wants to frame my not being on the team being due to health issues, not that she tried to put me on a PIP that I turned down and wrote a rebuttal to. Because she knows damn well that the person who is viewed as lacking credibility in all of this is NOT me. If I'm not in the office, she can make sympathetic noises about "Poor Jillian, the stress got to her" and hope that her incompetence and empire-building go unnoticed for longer. So sad that plan isn't going to work for her.

Hi, I'm an eldergoth. I do petty social politics REALLY WELL.

I think it's sort of driving home the fact that I should be preparing to take care of her if need be, and I don't even know how I'm taking care of myself long term right now.

U is the name of your boss right, not the company? Initial only in case you need to delete.

Yeah, F that. If you do work from home until there's a resolution, then all anyone who asks needs to know is "I'm working from home for a while." Full stop.

Just in case anyone is unclear on this point, clonopin is the best thing in the world.

U is the name of your boss right, not the company? Initial only in case you need to delete.

Right. Umbridge is how I've taken to referring to my boss. Now ex-boss!

Just in case anyone is unclear on this point, clonopin is the best thing in the world.

I vote Ativan. Of which I am full right now.

Good grief I am so glad you don't have to deal with her anymore, Jilli. I guess it would have been too good to be true for her to be carried off by a centaur.

NO NEEDLES IN LADYPARTS OH GOD. You win all the alcohol.

Suzi, that is such a shame. I was cut from JV soccer as a junior (having a decade of experience and having started every game as a sophomore) while a sophomore who tried out in softball cleats (never having played soccer) made the team. I was fucking bitter and upset; so I get the kid's pain, but the parents ought have a longer view. Ought.

Googling seems to confirm that Swinton was one of many Hollywood people who signed a petition in support of Polanski.

That list is so long and so fucking depressing. Natalie Portman, former child actor, I'm looking at you.

I feel relieved and FAR less stressed.

That is excellent news. Suck it, Umbridge.

Hi, I'm an eldergoth. I do petty social politics REALLY WELL.

Mess with a vampire, get the fangs (to paraphrase a certain Principal Dick).

Re: fb discussion - either NC is being willfully obtuse, or he's a total idiot. Both possibilities are sad-making.

Just in case anyone is unclear on this point, clonopin is the best thing in the world.

I vote Ativan. Of which I am full right now.

I'm rocking a fading buzz from my two ciders, and contemplating Xanax to ensure an excellent's night sleep which I very much need.

I think it's sort of driving home the fact that I should be preparing to take care of her if need be, and I don't even know how I'm taking care of myself long term right now.

I have a feeling that the answer to "how old is your mom" is going to depress me.

Yay for Umbridge becoming an ex. Yay for mind-altering drugs.

I apparently have rats again. I can't express how depressing this is. In the middle of the night, Mr Peabody started barking and alerting the way he does when he's found an rodent. Usually he does this outside, but in this case, he was barking at the kitchen cabinets. I started pulling stuff out the cabinet and discovered evidence of rodents. Also, I found myself pondering existential questions like "why do I have three cookie presses?" and "will I ever make a wedding cake again or should I get rid of all these cake pans?" at 3 a.m. In addition, my bathroom sink was full of little black ants and fruit flies have moved into my kitchen on a permanent basis. I'm thinking about an exorcism.