Woohoo, lisah!

Ugh, meara, I thought the will and all that was to avoid needing all the wrangling and lawyer hiring and so forth. Best wishes it goes a smoothly as possible.

I would like to see the Walker graphs, askye. I was sure hearing his name a lot! I always enjoy it when the kicker is the highest scorer, though, I was really rooting for him to get a record.

Thanks for the birthday wishes! I have to run a meeting in about an hour and it would be hard to overstate how much I do not want to be working today. I am disproportionately annoyed that the People department apparently has an automated birthday email sent out from the award site that has replaced milestone gifts and rewards but it does not come with any, like, award. it's just a link to the site for no reason. So tempted to put "why isn't everyone pelting me with joy" as my slack status but I suspect it would not go over well. I shouldn't complain, my actual cubicle mate coworkers gave me a stalk of bamboo which will hopefully survive in our windowless office. Anyway, so great that I can rely on getting some joy here :)

Now for my ethical dilemma, do I go to Starbucks for my free birthday treat? I believe the strike is still going, but free thing!

Happy, Happy Birthday, -t! And a wish for a year with many delights.

lisah! That's awesome! I hope it morphs into the exact situation you're looking for.

Askye, that's a great set of exchanges at work.

meara, my sister dealt with all of that for us (and it was just one trust, divided evenly) on my mother's death, and it was a LOT of work. In fact, I made sure my other sister and I paid her an "estate handling" fee for all the time it took. She would only take half the "standard" percentage, but she def went above and beyond. It basically came down to, "I am going to report you, Wells Fargo, to the OCC if you hold onto this money for one more second. We've jumped through your hoops; release the funds."

tl;dr -- estate stuff is such a pain, and I'm sending you good vibes for competent lawyers, etc.

Well, it wasn't awkward at writing class the way I thought, but it might still be, because maybe the guy didn't come back.(A lot of people had a conflict with yesterday, actually, so maybe he forgot something.) I have never felt so torn between "Wait...I was trying to help you." and, I'll confess it here, a certain blend of trash talk "Huh...guess we know who *really* needs the special parking spaces," and maybe, a tiny bit of Marcie-like wonder that I could have had this power all along and nobody ever told me.(Heh, heh. Cool. Unless it's not?) Should I have let him have the whole "hit a nerve" thing? Because I didn't want to because I had this whole point that Stereotypes are Bad(unless bowling on the Simpsons) and, as someone who grew up sensitive and female, basically no good can come from focusing on any alleged "hurt feelings" of mine.(discussions of ableism do often end with the "perpetrator" wondering if I'd found the right therapist, the love of a good man--where's my dad in all this? Etc. "He's a shit, Kevin, but it didn't disable me." when really the point is that crap is too stale to even touch my real feelings about healing or whatever.) On the other hand, it wouldn't have been my first time on that boring merry-go-round, and some of my point got lost anyway...should I have just femmed out for the good of the group? I tend to think of myself as, you know, Mistress Cellophane, right? Nobody knows I'm there--guess I need to stop that, either way. And the instructor did back me up.

But I'm also fifty-two, and kind of fresh out of "little lady" energy--it's always been an awkward fit, on its best day. which probably peaked at the same time as, say Tears for Fears. Six weeks isn't long, but it might be if we would play out some psychodrama. Lisa, good news on the job front. happy birthday, t Hope the estate stuff resolves smoothly.