Don't know what happened at the end of work today, but boss lady left for the weekend without saying goodbye. I'm assuming that the ED had a talk with her that she wasn't pleased with. I'd also cautioned her on trying to be more forward thinking about her inefficient multiple trips to the same shop within a small window of time (iow, try to anticipate what we'll need and buy it all at once instead of constantly knocking off of work early to purchase items singly). She snipped back about being allowed to leave work early after working two 14 hour days. Which is 1) not the point and 2) a lie. Also, as director, she doesn't get to nitpick about the time she's owed for working beyond 40 hours a week. Work a whole extra day, sure. But she's adding up the extra hour here and there and the "working through lunches" into time owed her. Honey, we're both going to be working ten and twelve hour days and six day weeks come April, and that's just the fucking job. She also declared that there was nothing wrong with having fun wandering the greenhouses (and buying shit we don't have a budget for) as part of her documented work time.

Now the CEO is giving everyone cash for their kids' college tuition and for gender reassignment surgery, and I have allergies. Damn you, reality TV.

I'm a little worried that Finn may have swallowed a length of string. I came home this evening to find that he'd dissected his fishing pole toy. I found the stick and I found the lure, but the length of cord that runs between is missing. He seems as bouncy as ever, snarfed down his dinner, and wants to play. (Of course, the little dumbass kept pawing at the stick of the broken fishing pole toy and crying for me to work it for him.

Is there anything I should be keeping an eye out for?

poop connected by string.

my oz eats thread. I have to keep it locked up.

It's a pretty thick cord, so I'm hoping he didn't nom it. But I'll definitely keep an eye on the litterbox.

In other news, Finn is blowing his winter coat. It looks like there has been a fursplosion in the house.

Theo, also think about pain in your right shoulder and arm. It's a signicator of gall bladder problems, and one of the things that made me seriously think I was having a heart attack when I had mine.

I found myself feeling really down this afternoon, for no good reason. A pedicure, time with a cat on my lap, and now Ancient Aliens, have helped a lot.

I got to leave work about 20 minutes early because the internet for my entire office stopped working.

I used the time to buy pie.

It seemed like the right thing to do

I think my new method of coping shall be an hour a day in the greenhouse with my iPod blasting. Dancing like a moron while planting seeds or repotting is wonderfully therapeutic, and lord knows the greenhouse gets terribly neglected; there's always something to do.

BTW, the only problem with strangers showing up at my door is the fact that I am wearing pine tree pj pants and a hoodie.

I had unexpected maintainance people show up today. The lounge pants and hoodie weren't intended for public, but it's better than my sartorial track record with fire or police.