This was an alternative to going to the Regional Director and saying, "I have a problem with T, here's what happened..." and making her directly look bad. Also, I toyed with going to the trainer and saying, "apparently this house needs a refresher in training in the company philosophy and the behavior strategies we are supposed to employ to put it into practice because we have lots of new people who don't know it and I am apparently crap at mentoring them in it," with a hope that I could bring up "How to Help People Pick Paint Colors for Their Living Room" as a topic.
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.
Thanks, Scrappy!
Very diplomatically handled, Andi.
I'm trying hard to use some diplomacy in a family situation and it is hard as heck to try to remain unemotional and just present logical options. I would rather throw a temper tantrum and say my way or the highway. Being an adult sucks sometimes.
That is definitely hard work, Suzi.
Word from Hubby: More tests next week. Joy. But I'll take that to mean that there are options. No wonder he has cancer, the amount of radiation and chemicals that have been pointed at his body.
Yeah, I like the guestimate of "there are options". Seems reasonable to me.
Just talked to him. Not so much options as "how bad is this going to be for your heart? We need an echocardiogram. Oh, we should look at your bone marrow, too." He hates needles so much.
The chemo is going to be every three weeks and rough enough that it will require overnight admission to a hospital in Salt Lake. Granted, it's supposed to be the world's best cancer center--or way up there--but I wish it would be closer to home. 6 to 10 courses, then hopefully not again for 5-7 years. Depending on how much damage this does to his heart, of course.
He's currently taking a glass of wine and the cat to bed.
That sounds rough, Connie. He has this whole board on his side. May everything be just a little easier than planned.
Lots of ~ma that it isn't too rough on his heart, and that the chemo knocks this thing out of the park.
Slightly unusual - Sammie has joined me, and is purring loud enough for me to hear. these are her very best healing purrs. She did this when I had bronchitis, and when I had my wisdom teeth out. j I transmit them to you and your DH, Connie.
Well and diplomatically done, Andi!
I wish diplomacy and logic worked on my family situations. It might, if I could ever finish what I'm saying before someone starts shouting. Oh, who am I kidding, no it wouldn't. For a family of highly intelligent people, we are deeply resistant to logic when applied to us.
Connie, continuing ~ma for your Hubby, and you.