Hi

Decompressing, catching up. I may do the dishes.

Don't think this will depress me.

Jerk from work posted in his Facebook, "Why take personal responsibility when you can have a Facebook pity party." After I posted my status to friends and got a lot of responses.

I un-friended him.

All in all, I think I need to take a step back and see where I want to go next. I'm not sure I want to be in a similar position with my next job.

OTOH? my life expectancy probably shot up when I walked out that door.

Thanks for the well wishes here and in FB.

I think you are, at best, looking for the word "different", but might also be looking for the modifier "in addition to" somewhere up in there. No one needs only one sort of friend, do they?

Thanks. Really. I know I'm a good friend, to many of my friends, but some of them need more, emotionally, than I can manage to give on a regular basis. And I do feel bad about that.

I also feel bad about needing the emotional support that I do from my friends, so I don't generally ask for it.

OMG, Daniel. What an utter asshole.

Better-things-(and-better-co-workers)-ahead-in-abundance~ma to you.

Maybe some Rube Goldberg-ian contraption hooked up to your alarm clock - if it goes off for x amount of time without you turning it off, Cagney's crate gets opened (via a mousetrap, bowling ball, lit match, etc.)

This, I like.

Facebook pity party

This, I do not.

Facebook pity party

What. An. Asshole. Better things are coming, Daniel.

All in all, I think I need to take a step back and see where I want to go next. I'm not sure I want to be in a similar position with my next job.

I suspect you really don't. I am sorry the former FB friend was an ass.

I have friends that can, at times, ask I check in. But the trade off is that I have a certain amount of time to do so and my check in can be answering "y" to a text asking if I am still alive or whatever and that is enough of a response.

and although the dentist told him that there should be no pain, other than feeling like a pizza burn on the roof of the mouth

Hey, that hurts real bad. Um, I might have actually skinned the top of my mouth with crust today... Not a burn. But still, pizza injury. And not good pizza which make it so much more tragic.

I need to designate somebody and give them passwords to all my online destinations so H can contact them if I get hit by a bus or something. Because he has no idea, really.

Daniel, I'm sorry for the shock to your circumstances, but I'm really glad you're out of that toxic environment.

bonny, now I'm imagining your un-turned-off alarm triggering a cascade of things like the opening credits of Elementary, the final one springing the doors of his crate. Building such a thing would be fun!

Eff that d-bag, DCJ. May this be the start of a much better situation for you.

Nora, hope your hormones have calmed down.

On checking my email, I saw that I'd been assigned a giftee for the exchange. My reaction was literally a fist pump and a "Yes!" Now to get on that shit and not wait for the last minute.

I swear I put more time and thought into the b.org secret santa than I do for any other gifts.

Ugh. I'm getting feedback from my new boss, who is SUPER nice, and gives WAY better feedback from my boss at my old job (whose feedback frequently consisted of -- and I am not making this up -- "This makes us look stupid"). I know it's my first week, and I know I have a learning curve, but when she says things like "You made a good attempt," I just want to go work the fry station at BK.

Plus, I made a change that I *know* is right. It's a damn statistical thing, simple math, and she basically addressed something different from what I changed, telling me it didn't need to be changed. (Something simple, like the total number of patients was 20, and broken into 2 columns, 15 patients were in 1 column [which would be 75%], and 5 patients were in the other column [which would be 25%]. Only the table said 75% and 15%. Which is not right and can be verified by anyone with a calculator. Only my boss said that 15% doesn't need to be changed, because the number [5] is the total of the column above it. Well, I understood that. That wasn't my point.) But if I tried to change it and she said no, and it turns out to be wrong when it's published, I did what I could.

I look forward to my long and prosperous career as a French fry technician.