CEO asked for a meeting with me today. Either a big question mark gets cleared up, or I get reprimanded for not playing well with the arrogant people. We'll see. I know that I've done my best, in any case.
I am back to sleeping shitty, I guess that means I'm nearly over the plagues.
Friday is an "extra" day. I need to make it a non-wasted day. Now to figure out how to make it count.
We have a new fancy vacuum cleaner (Hoover Windtunnel with HEPA filter) and a nice LCD TV/DVD combo for the bedroom thanks to the generosity of the place we work. It was a nice party on Saturday. Our exec admin person believes she can put on an amazing party next year, and has made it clear I am part of her posse. This sounds dangerous.
I love the change of seasons with every fiber of my being. There are 4 seasons in my planting zone and 12 months in which they occur. We've had a long, luxurious, snowy winter. Since December. That means that the change can begin any fucking time now. For everything, there is a season turn, Turn, TURN ALREADY! 2" to 5" new inches of snow tomorrow. I want to see my Lenten Roses!!! Give me birdsong and mushy, muddy roads! Give me that feeling of the blood flowing thick and rich in my veins. I want to dig my toes into sun-warmed earth and feel the layer of just thawed dirt. Give me spectacular redbuds on my pretty new tree. Gimmeeeeeeeee! (hush, Jen. I wanna use my hula hoop!)
I need a manicure.
For the record, I'm tolerant, not patient. I pretend to be patient. I'm good at pretending. It's not the same. I need to revisit that stance. Bored now.