So I started my new job yesterday. Except what I am really doing is handing over my old job to our new administrator, which is now making her realize that what I am doing is huge and it might take multiple people to replace me. No one had any idea how much I am getting done. Which is a huge ego boost, but also makes me feel a little annoyed because I would frankly rather stay doing what I was doing with an assistant than move to this other position. I am pretty sure within a year they will end up opening a higher paid position doing what I actually like even though I was told there was no chance of it. It also makes me feel embarrassed because there are serious things about being an admin I am horrible at, and those will also be discovered ? Like I don't actually order books every semester, I just made an arrangement with the bookstore to order the same books unless I tell them otherwise.

In addition is there a word for a disorder that is the opposite of being on the ASD spectrum, because I think I have it. I can do easily predict how people are going to react and what will be the final result that it is very frustrating. I think I got it from my days stage managing or working in costumes or even customer service, but I feel like it is some sort of disorder, because people don't believe me I until they experience it. And if I try to be logical and not take people's reactions into account, it always backfires. So I just trust the intuition thing, but it is hard to logic out with people.

That seems super inefficient, Suela. I would just take the stairs.

It is too fucking hot to run errands at 7PM. Fuck global warming. Fuck humanity.

It's been a long day. ltc missed the memo that she was supposed to be nice to me on my birthday. She had more tantrums today than I can count.

Oh, no! But happy birthday anyway, sj. May this be a good year for you.

I have cream puffs in the oven. Every time I make choux pastry I remember how simple it is.

Aw, sj, I'm sorry ltc is not cooperating.

Is that emotional intelligence in action, Sophia?

Very cool, 'Suela!

Cauliflower gnocchi update: just covered in jarred red sauce and microwaved, quite nice.

Cauliflower gnocchi update: just covered in jarred red sauce and microwaved, quite nice.

I thought the texture when they were boiled was too...gooey. Or jiggly. They reminded me of raw sea scallops. But I want to try pan-frying them to see what that does to the texture.

I haven't found them gooey or jiggly or reminiscent of scallops. I haven't boiled them, though, just microwaved. Microwaving them plain for the max time recommended on the box, one turned rock hard and fused to the mug I had them in. Covered in sauce and the minimum time, no complaints. Suspect they might be pretty good in a chicken and dumpling soup like scenario.

very cool Consuela.

Sophia - if they do that with your now old job, apply for the higher position.

sorry sj - I think kids can sense when it is a special day for other people and they don't like it. (I'm projecting).

I think I am getting close to quitting therapy. I'm not getting much out of it anymore. I need my meds and I'd actually like a higher level med for periodic bad times, but no one seems inclined to do that. I might need to go see my GP in mid-anxiety attack should I have another and that might convince her.

Day 1 of parents went ok. I swam in the morning & they didn't burn the house down, even with mom saying she was waiting for the curling iron to heat up for over 2 hrs. Memory issues are a bitch.

But I dragged them out to R house for lunch & a car tour of cool murals. And because my car ac & city driving is not great when 110 heat index, we retreated.

Then dinner at Atwater in Belvedere Sq. Wine & convo at home. Where I finally got dad to talk about how he's dealing, sorta.

It's like, 12x a day, I have to reassure/remind her we're leaving Friday, not Thursday.

Tomorrow, probably a museum, shoring up stuff for the trip, figuring out my circuits & fireworks at the end of the street.

Honestly, y'all, I've mellowed SO MUCH. I'd give examples but they'd not make sense.

But remind me after I've spent 6 hrs next to my dad on the plane.

I think I'm going to stop working for the day, crack open a beer, and watch something on Netflix now that it's almost 9pm.