Cash, good grief.

Jesse, thanks for the link to Holli's article.

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I'd want results too, Cash. Thinking of your mom.

My sister is having a sleepy day. Not sure what's up with that. The days are up and down, and it's hard to judge what's just a bad day and what's a sign of significant decline.

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I'll admit I kept the sound off just in case, but he looked like he was having fun.

You know what's annoying? Having a mosquito bite on one's face.

So there's this new thing: bridesthrowingcats.com

Photoshopped, of course.

When I got into work the gate hadn't been propped open, so I hopped out and began shove-skip-shoving it open. It's always been our policy to keep it open during outages for emergency vehicles and such. Turns out they changed that policy on me as the ED rushed out to stop me. Dude, I'm not parking on the street and hobbling all the way in from there.

Then he put his hands on my shoulders and said "I just want you to know that I fired DD".

Oh, okay (yesyesyes!). He had a board member with him when he did it. Apparently there was screaming. He perp walked her out to the street and when he came back he was shaking from the things she said to him. She also threatened to sue.

We're all gonna have to pick up a lot of slack, but from what we also suspect, we would have had to do that anyway. I just feel relieved. I do fear that new boss lady is still her buddy and that I'll have to be cautious about what I say.

Eesh! That's a little too much drama!

Oh dear God my Buffistas! So much love and rage and sadness and fist-shaking and kicking at the darkness for Kate and her friend (sometimes I think I've been close to that place because it's been so bad for me, but even from the worst of where I was I can't imagine how much more intolerable the pain must have been for her that this seemed reasonable and right), and Cash (all vibes to your mom and her results and extra kicks to the vacationing doctor -- as someone who works for doctors, I feel qualified to call that pure horseshit), and Burrell and her sisters and the misery of having to go to work and hold it together when it's practically killing you to do so, and extra kicks with my stompy cowgirl boots to the stupid fucking assholes on ita !'s so-called "team."

RAGE.

October 2013, you're atrociously bad at Octobering. You're supposed to be all crisp leaves and harvest moons and bats and costumes and pumpkin Peeps, not grief and sorrow and shutdowns and more misery than good people deserve to bear. October 2013, you SUCK.

Yesterday's migraine took a break this morning, but it is plotting a return. I can feel it. Not cool. I don't have time for this.

Tomorrow is our big Silent Auction for CJ's search and rescue team. I've been in charge of registration, which has gone ok. But we have to set everything up, deal with last minute donations (which are appreciated but take extra work) and put together a new check in process. Then work check in, drink, and get ready to close the auction, tally everything up and be ready for check out.

Today - I need to finish working, pick up one donation, assemble another, make cookies for the dessert auction portion of the event, cheer for my A's, and (hopefully) get some sleep.

I have cat throwing urges on the regular, though I've yet to succumb.

In good news, I sent an email to that person's boss and just said that we had asked her but she might have a conflict and could he step in if she couldn't move it. So he is taking the presentation instead!

Of course, it's in NJ, she is in Philadelphia, and he is in Buenos Aires. Oh well. He'll get some miles.

I am trapped under a cat with only one hand to type on my phone.