Well deserved evil laugh of righteousness, Jess!

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I am sure you will all be relieved to hear that my lunch today is Four Bean Salad. Not bad. Actually assembled for last night's dinner although I did not dress it (which is to say, does it liberally with the red wine vinegar I keep in a desk drawer) until now, and it will probably make one more meal at least.

There are rumblings that a reorg may happen and my team would be moved from where we currently report into to an org that actually understands what we do. I have never prayed for a reorg, but please god, let these rumblings be true.

My ONLY (mild) concern about this possibility is my current boss asking me if I wasn't a manager, what would I want to do. I don't want to go back to being a writer, so I told her that if for some reason I was no longer a manager, I want a site publishing/architect role, which is something the tech writing team desperately needs.

I still want to manage my team, but if I have to give that up in order to get us out of our currently dysfunctional org, I'll do it.

What I really want is some sort of unknown distant relative to leave me a fortune in their will. And a manor house. And to make me a vampire, while I'm wishing for unattainable things.

Your standard wish, then

But good luck with the re-org meanwhile!

What I really want is some sort of unknown distant relative to leave me a fortune in their will. And a manor house. And to make me a vampire, while I'm wishing for unattainable things.

Same. Except the vampire part. Probably.

Me three, Plei. No the vampirism, yes to the rest.

No vampirism here either, thanks. But I've always said no to biofamily search. They made those choices and I respect them. The only way I'd agree is to meeting the family lawyer with previously unknown great-uncle Ralph's will in which I am the main benefactor.