We joke about being 12 ... but when you're dealing with ACTUAL 12-year-olds ... well, watch what you say/write.

I remember in science class at that age, homo and heterozygous made us giggle. And god forbid the teacher mispronounce Organism.

It occurred to me that his third leg was kinda' like a dick but I thought, "No one's gonna think that." Of course I was wrong

Hee! I mean, Aw, poor little Tom, but also still: Hee.

Discovered something disturbing this morning. At the 7-Eleven there was a reward notice for information regarding a murder that took place about three blocks from my house in May. A woman was robbed and strangled in her house. You'd think there'd be uproar about something like that in a conservative, conformist town like mine, but I suspect since the woman was Hispanic that it hasn't made much impact on the general population. There were some headlines when it happened, some hints that they had a suspect. Until I saw that notice, I hadn't thought about it myself. Very sobering.

Fuck fuck fuck. We're having some reorganization here at work. Instead of small teams they will align my folks one-on-one with a Principal. But we were told (after I made a stink) that we would have some input into this. It doesn't sound like that's going to be the case.

One of my peer team leads has been told this morning that she will be aligned with bar none the most difficult and disrespectful person in the group, no way out of it. We're going to lose her over this, there is not a doubt in my mind.

For my own team, I know I'll be tied to one of two people, both of whom I have worked closely with for the last five or so years. I'm good.

But I have two team members that I'm concerned about - one of them I hope will be aligned with the other guy. But that still leaves another who I'm not sure where they would place, and I strongly suspect will be looking at her options if it's not someone she likes to work with.

It doesn't sound like that's going to be the case.

Stressful reorg fist bump?

Backatcha.

And because I don't have enough going on, my sis took my dad in to urgent care last night at the VA where after four hours of waiting they put him on IV antibiotics for his foot. Jury still out on if it's fractured, as far as I know.

As of this morning his foot is black (I assume - he actually texted that it was back, which would suggest a much weirder range of diagnosis), but less painful. And also he set up a season pass for White Collar last night. Also also he's glad he brought home chili last night because he is having it for lunch today. And finally also he's going to try to go back to the doctor today as instructed.

Conversations with my father.

YIKES brenda's dad!

And finally also he's going to try to go back to the doctor today as instructed.

I think a black foot might call for that, yeah. (Unless he just means "ridiculously bruised," which sounds like a reasonable outcome of his vehicular adventure. But still worth following up on.)