Dude, your boss likes Cupcake Royale. You're totally not a slacker who is getting told off over booze.
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.
Jilli, may your meeting be more pleasant than anticipated.
In my most hellish stress filled week, today's joy is a morning meeting where we expect to have our largest source of funding pulled out from under us. No doubt it will be bad, we just don't know how bad.
Then I will likely dash cross state and check out my mother's status again. It is hard to tell her condition over the phone, except to know it is not well.
Just too much happening from at least 6 directions. So overwhelmed. Bank drama worse than ever, co-worker dying while we watch helplessly, usual varieties of 18 and 21 year old kid drama, business drama, elderly parent drama.
On a more positive note, both DH and I are seriously dieting out of a desire to have control over at least something in our lives. Love my new diet still while he is doing the Atkins thing again.
Laura, that is wayyyyyy too much stress. I wish things clear up and get better soon for you.
{{{Laura}}} Your strength amazes me.
Laura,
truth be told, after reading your post, I want to go back to bed! Good luck today. I hope the funding stuff is the best of a bad situation.
~ma for your meeting, Jilli.
Laura, that is way too much. I wish you all kind of coping~ma, but more importantly that the universe rent an apartment at least a few blocks off your ass, as Greg Proops might say.
bonny, I saw what I assume is an account by one of your neighbors about the eviction of your other neighbor. It was interesting to read, knowing another perspective.
Ugh Laura, that's too much. You seem to take it in amazing stride.
Laura, you're my hero. You and B are also in my thoughts--all good to you.
Jilli, may the meeting go excellently well.
The rest of you, massive hugs, whether you need them or not.
I'm sorry to keep talking about this when other people have bigger problems, but my job situation has me so frustrated and scared and...I don't know the right word. Uneasy? Unsettled, maybe, but if there's a word that means unsettled to the power of 10, that's what I mean. I just wish we had some sort of a timeline for when things would happen. And I wish I knew what to do next.
I'm spectacularly not good at sitting with discomfort.
My brother and SiL are in town; I don't think I even mentioned they were coming in, that's how unsettled and distracted I am. They got in last night. And you all know how I am when my brother is in town -- it's like Christmas and the 4th of July all rolled into one. Only I can't really even dredge up any excitement about his visit -- and THAT fact makes me angry. I hate that I've let myself get so upset and unsettled that I'm not excited about my brother's visit.
I'm a damn mess right now.
Have they made the announcement you expected yet? I hope whatever happens you get some resolution soonest.