Kadiera's Playground Cute but Evil - it averages out

"The words just come to you, don't they."

I never thought that sentence could be said in an insulting way.

The fact that the other person in the room got berated for his lack of writing skills just makes it all the worse.

Work has gotten wierd. My boss's boss got laid off, and he was one of my favorites.

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I'm reading up on Buddhism. "Buddhism Plain & Simple" and "The Idiots Guide to Zen Living" are in my reading rotation right now. Very interesting, and rather oddly in line with places my brain has already gone.

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I also was accepted into the FWTI clergy training program. Family Wiccan Tradition espouses the idea that your family should be your spiritual home, which also resonates strongly with me these days. And they're one of the most sane, down-to-earth groups of Pagans I've ran into recently.

my boss is on the phone with the help desk because he got a spam bounce message...because he's worried about telling everyone that he didn't actually send the spam, and thinks that someone must have broken into his email.

people who wait until the last minute to declare that 6 months of work needs major revisions the day before it's due to be submitted should die in a fire.

Ilex butt cream: http://www.ilexpaste.com/ - the directions include the suggestion that you coat the ilex paste in vaseline to keep one's bottom from being glued shut. But apparently the stuff works wonders....

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Got my PR. Suggested improvements to be made (OMG, someone has constructive criticisms? this is new territory for me in a PR...) include not being as patient on follow ups that people owe me, and that while my boss knows I'm paying attention no matter what happens in a meeting or what I'm doing with my hands, I should pretend to be paying attention to what's going on like a normal person, because it's seen as insulting.

*sigh*

I can't knit in meetings. Silly putty has gotten me some rather irritated people. Now doodles and playing with my phone are out too?

Alex is doing fabulously on the vent, and they're working on getting him down to the point where the vent doesn't breathe at all unless he breathes deeply enough to trigger it. He's so much happier it's hard to explain.

My mom has been in the hospital twice in the last month with heart issues. First her heart beat was too fast, then apparently the meds for that worked too well, and her heart rate dropped way too low. She's supposed to have a catheterization next week, along with wearing a monitor to check the electrical action.

Lexapro helps. It's not perfect, but it's manageable this way, and I'm not a zombie.

apparently I've been reduced to secretary, typing up minutes for meetings for my boss because he's so bad at it.

I get paid how much for this?

It probably comes across as a bit odd, but I love the *place* that I work - the actual spot, completely separate from what I do or who I work for.

This morning, there were dark clouds in the west, the sun was rising in the east, and the leaves here are just starting to turn to fall colors. It was a fabulous sight, and made me wish I had my camera, though I suspect it'd be hard to capture the whole thing on film in a way that transmits the same sense of awe.

the response to a boss who tends to micromanage and change his mind frequently is *not* to decide not to do anything without the entire team, including the boss, in the room to discuss each and every decision.

I know I'm behind on this sort of thing. I really need to get with the program now that I'm actually capable of writing again. Writing is theraputic, and I need that.

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It's been a rough week. Things are better without zoloft, other than the depression. It's not like I felt *good* on zoloft, emotionally speaking, so it's not a huge loss to get rid of it, but it does mean I'm more likely to be sniffly, particularly when I'm tired, which is pretty much all the time.