Man, good news/bad news:

Really bad news: the son of another friend of my mother's just died also. My poor mom is kind of a mess today, as you might imagine.

Good news: I made it to the next round in this interview process!

Bad news: it's writing a thing that's due Thursday at 6pm, and I have choir tonight and office party on Wednesday.

Good news: it's not a huge project

Better news: Saw Brenda! Good times.

Yay good news! Boo bad news. :(

Anyone have any good methods for stopping an incipient crush? I can feel myself going there but I rationally know that even if this person was interested in me it would be a terrible plan--we make good friends and I don't want to ruin that, but I also think we would not make a good couple!!

Can you envision the aftermath if it happened and then went bad?

Jesse, I'm wishing you an improved good to bad news ratio. :(

Anyone have any good methods for stopping an incipient crush? I can feel myself going there but I rationally know that even if this person was interested in me it would be a terrible plan--we make good friends and I don't want to ruin that, but I also think we would not make a good couple!!

Hm. When I feel like I've been developing on a crush that could prove inappropriate (which given the whole married-and-monogamous thing, is most of them that aren't on fictional characters or athletes/actors I'm unlikely to meet outside of my TV screen), I just kinda relentlessly remind myself of the reasons for the inappropriateness and try to avoid flirty behavior. Like, there's one friend where I only let myself do the "shared inside joke because we have the dirtiest and geekiest minds in this place" look maybe a quarter of the times I *want* to, because I'm too aware of the if-we-were-both-single potential that's between us.

Of course. Tonight I discover the seal on my kitchen sink drain is shot and leaking. It's totally something I'd DIY, but I DON'T HAVE TIME.

Like Susan, I haven't found any cure for *feeling* the crush, but reminding yourself of the inappropriateness at least wards off public humiliation.

I just have to get to the 13th. I just have to get to the 13th. I just have to get to the 13th. I just have to get to the 13th.

I'm not entirely convinced my mom won't show up this weekend. Really, really had to just talk her out of it. I do miserable alone best, I don't need another person to worry about, my friends nearby can check on me and if I need a lot more help than anticipated, there are enough of them to cover it.

It'd be out of character for her to ignore my unequivocal DON'Ts, but then I've never had surgery before.

Ooof Sarameg so much settle-down until the 13th for your parts.

Seconding a better ratio for a Jesse.

Sarameg I hope the 13h comes quickly for your sake.

There is a strange stairwell at work with one set of stairs wrapped around another such that you can't get from the third floor to a useful part of the first floor without either going through a rehearsal room on the second floor to switch staircases or... climb the railings. I'm relatively long legged so I have been known to go over the railings a time or two. Today must have been the first time I've done it while carrying a box though. I may have stretched something a liiiiiitle too far. Ow.

aurelia, that sounds like a fire hazard. And truly weird.

Yeah, I will try to remind myself of potential badness. Partly my concern is im really bad at hiding my feelings. So I worry the friend will pick up on it and awkward will ensue. But also because this is a friend and someone I like as a person, I want to hang out and have fun with them and not like, stop being friends! (Only hanging out in a group is one step but...apparently not enough, as there was some cuddling on the couch while watching movies that I should've not done)