Old boss is leaving this week, new boss is coming on Monday...

It's not too much to ask for a little stability, is is?

Oh well. No worries, no worries! The car is getting fixed, tomorrow. Coffee with a friend, tomorrow. That's as far into the future as I want to look right now.

Maybe a quick look ahead to the weekend. The Boy wants to go ice skating and it may finally be warm enough. The lake we go to is wonderful and beautiful, but sometimes one longs for the modern convenience of walls.

I was really cranky, and then I watched Youtube videos of kittens falling over. Bless the intertubes.

Some new training at work today-- I get stupidly excited. I always loved the first day of school, too. I did some work with lesson plans and reports. Not even all that thrilling, but I bounced around all morning.

Still dealing with a frustrating student. Hopefully this is the day that we make a breakthrough. (I hope this every day, it hasn't happened yet. The perils of eternal optimism.)




Yesterday, yesterday, I don't think I will talk about yesterday. We have a new president. I am happy. That's all.

Just got back from meeting with a friend who was in the Bahamas. I am unbelievably jealous.

It's so nice to catch up with old friends-- sometimes I wonder what I'd do without the family I've built around myself.

My blood-relations are wonderful and a gift, but my heart-relations are just as spectacular. It's a blessing that I try not to take for granted.

Another blessing: a sock full of rice and a microwave when your uterus decides to throw a coup. Ah, womanhood.

Some days my horoscope is so accurate it's scary.

Today, not so much.

"A day with good surprises" my ass.

I mean, besides the extra hour of work. It's all be downhill from there.

A pleasant surprise this morning- an extra hour of work!

Odd, yes. But you see, we'd only just had a meeting where our CEO crowed endlessly about how we managed to make a profit in a down economy last year. And all by "managing labor costs." Which is to say, cutting myself and my coworkers down to half-time and yelling at us a lot for non-billable hours.

It's understandable-- better half-time than layoffs. But if only they hadn't sounded quite so smug and pleased with themselves, and made an attempt to remember the people that were giving up a lot for that small profit margin.

It's a shame I love my job. I could be a lot less poor right now.

Last night's dream:

A children's play, hosted by a different person each night. The host must introduce the play via haiku, and the first letters of the haiku must be the first three letters of their name.

I think I'm working too hard on forms.



This morning's dream:

Finding a way to get to work that doesn't involve going outside.