I hope you feel better soon, Steph.

I did a little gardening today. The yellow salvia is a little too happy in my side garden, so I dug a bunch of it out and gave it to my landlady. It's lovely stuff, but I also like my hardy geraniums and heart-leafed brunneria, and the salvia's really encroaching into their space. I also discovered some new leaves at the base of my hydrangea. Since I thought the harsher-than-usual winter had killed it, that was nice.

I had a rage fit this morning. I was so tired, I'd been working until 2am the night before, and I got a response to an email that was obvious she hadn't even read more than the first sentnece, and was completely unhelpful, and I got so furious. Like, when I say, I'm doing this manually but there are 40 of them, is there an easier way? the answer is not to explain step-by-step how to do it manually. When I say, why isn't this script working? the answer is not, yeah, I guess that doesn't work now. *shrug*.

After the morning meeting I called my boss. I said cheerfully, "Hi! How are you? Are you busy?" She said warily, "Are you mad?" (Oh, she knows me.)

I complain about my boss a lot (not without reason, she's very frustrating in many ways), but when I need to let off steam, she listens patiently and lets me rant off the record, and takes notes on the stuff that actually needs something done, and then she goes and gets answers and action for me. And I appreciate the hell outta that.

But MAN I was angry this morning.

I was just wondering about Holy Week traditions, because I have an Alzheimer's Association donor recognition dinner tomorrow, and I think it's bad planning on their part to have it on Maundy Thursday. But how many people actually care about Maundy Thursday?

And ugh, Zen. I'm having my own work problems. How do you tell your boss that yes, you've been off your game for the past month or so, and yes, you have fucked up some things, but it's because of some minor mental health issues that pop up every once in a while and eventually go away on their own? My usual occasional doldrums (really barely rise to the level of being called depression) were complemented with anxiety this time, and it's just been a hard time. But I'm coming out of it! I can tell! But anyway, she wants to have a follow up meeting on Friday to the one I cried through today. So seriously, is that a thing you can tell your boss?

You could if I were your boss.

Depends on the boss. From stuff you've said before about your workplace it sounds like you specifically might be able to. You could vague it up a little if you want - you've had a rough patch personally and it's affected your work but it's getting better.

I like saying Maundy Thursday. It sounds so exotic. There's another name for it isn't there? I don't think we called it Maundy Thursday at my childhood church (or it wouldn't sound exotic) but I'm sure it had a name.

Sorry a rant was called for, Zen, but glad you were listened to.

I think my Nike+ Fuelband is giving up the ghost. It doesn't look like it wants to take a charge anymore. This one is my second, and I've been pretty happy with it, but do I really want to replace it? Or do I want to move to a different health tracking ecosystem? Or what? Not in the mood to make any decisions right now, frankly, I want to curl up on the couch with a blanket and some soup until my sinuses clear up, but that is not a practical option.

Ooh, yay amych!!!

From stuff you've said before about your workplace it sounds like you specifically might be able to. You could vague it up a little if you want - you've had a rough patch personally and it's affected your work but it's getting better.

I kind of tried to say that today, but she was all focused on next steps and shit. She's not the most personally sympathetic person in the world.

Yay, amych!

Yay, job! Can you tell us what it is?

Can you tell us what it is?

I'll announce details on fb when I've got the papers signed and returned. For whatever reason, I'm still reluctant to name people and places here, even though we've mostly known each others real identities for years?

But it's a senior engineer position on the web team at a Buffista-beloved design company near me. And the bennies include a fabric allowance.

Congrats, amych!

So Saturday I'll be chauffeuring my affianced neighbors, blindfolded, in a circuitous route to their wedding shower. All they know is that Sharon's hosting it, the need to be ready between 1 and 2. Hee!