Work was CRAXY busy this morning and I'm just now catching my breath. And now my brain is back to thinking about K. She was one of the instructors at the horse therapy program that I used to volunteer for. One of the reasons I left was because the other instructor had quit and I knew about K's drinking. I wasn't close enough that I ever felt I could call her out and I knew others had talked with the programs BOD about the liability and how the drinking could affect the program and they did NOTHING. But bottom line, K had a great heart and I don't know what demons she was fighting with that lead to her addiction. Her family is devastated. Her father is the one who owns the land and stables. He has been traveling down the road to full dementia (another reason for my exit as the family didn't want to deal with that either leading to some interesting encounters during training and lessons) and I don't have a clue how he is handling this. I can see him not quite remembering who K is or having this tip him over into non-functioning mode.
Sorry for the babble, just trying to sort out some of this in my head. Mixed feelings, I've had a few. I've been away from the stables for about 9 months, so I would feel awkward going back to pay my respects. Maybe if the program does something, though then I have to deal with my issues with the program. Ugh. Why is life so complicated?
Did NOT need to say that twice.
So - distract me, please?
I'm so sorry for your loss, Suzi.
We're all in agreement that people must literally have Trump tied down to prevent him from tweeting right now, right?
I assume they have all of his phones locked in that basement cell in the Pentagon where they kept Magneto in whichever X-men movie that was.
What they need to do is hook him up to a fake Twitter.
I assume they have all of his phones locked in that basement cell in the Pentagon where they kept Magneto in whichever X-men movie that was.
He's probably going from staffer to staffer demanding to use their phones.
My mom is doing well recovery-wise, except she has a lot of nausea (pain meds can do that), so they had to give her some heavy-duty nausea meds and it's making her really groggy and sleep a lot. Which is fine, because sleeping is good for recovery. EXCEPT. She needs to eat, and just can't eat right now. She had 1 bite of jello and less than half of a Greek yogurt. Like, that's all she's had all day. I think it's all she's had since Tuesday night. But hopefully the nausea meds will get her past this so that she can eat.
Therapy was hard and awful and between that and being at the hospital for hours AND a fucking migraine, I have zero ability to cope left, so naturally I came home to a work shitstorm thanks to an author threatening to pull their article unless their pie chart is put back in their article (we don't publish pie charts. EVER. I don't know why, but we don't). My coordinator knew I was going to be at the hospital today, so I'm ignoring my email and hoping he'll handle it. Because I am bug-eyed with the inability to cope right now. Like, I might just cry for an hour because I can't cope with one more thing.
On the good side, I just got excellent tickets for a PMJ concert that's on Halloween, and the new Skulduggery Pleasant book arrived. But I might just cry for a while.
Heh, I read the email from the angry author more closely, and she used the sentence "My readers expect no less than this figure from an article authored by me."
So, 1. She presumably typed that with a straight face. Somebody thinks SUPER highly of herself. And 2. She thinks "her readers" expect a fucking PIE CHART? I mean, pie charts are, basically, remedial medical figures. The complexity of the articles that the AMA publishes is not pie-chart level. Pie charts are a way of saying "Here are 5 categories and the percentages for each category. I could have just put this in a sentence in the article but I think a pie chart is fancier and I need tenure."
This author is pretentious as hell. Oh my god. I feel like I can summon some energy to email her, because she needs to know that she needs to back the truck up and take her fucking pie chart with her.
