Oh, man, Epic, I'm sorry. It may have been me who linked -- megan walker was giving out Flower Moon Soaps at Christmas (she used to live in the same town as the proprietress) and I fell in love with mine. For as long as that tub of vanilla scrub lasted, it was my One True Soap. If they've gone under I'm gonna be double-bummed, not only for myself but that I led you astray.
Lots of cheap-and-easy-fix car~ma vibes to TCG, sj (and yummy dinner vibes to both of you).
Java cat, your boss is a stupidhead. I would still trade her for the people I work with, who are crazy screamingheads.
Somewhere around midday today, I sat down to do a personal inventory and realized that for the past TWO MONTHS, I have had to deal two to three times a week with beating down the queasy certainty that the only possible solutions are to either stand up and quit right now, or to stand up right now and run for the nearest bus north so I can jump off the Golden Gate Bridge. It's an ugly impulse and I always know it's going to pass, so I sit it out for half an hour and it passes, but it's a shitty thing to deal with twice a week. The three people I actually officially work for are incredibly delightful, but the people I spend all day with are making me more depressed, less competent and more regularly suicidal than I was six months ago (also several pounds heavier, because I'm definitely stress eating). This FUCKING SUCKS.
Also, the doctor next door, who is 8+ months pregnant, was just diagnosed with swine flu and now the entire floor is flipping out with mingled selfish fear and total loving panic for her and the baby.
So I came home and cried myself sick, and then Hec and Matilda came home and I feel like an ass because Matilda's been completely unfussy and gentle and solicitous and loving and damn, I don't want her to have to feel responsible for her mother's wellbeing.
oi, car and job ~ma all round. And asking for a little kitty~ma over here. My best friend's beloved kitty of 15 years died yesterday of kidney failure....and today my Mal is not responding well to his first dose of fish-flavoured prozac (hiding behind the fridge). It all makes me worried and anxious.
I'm going to say something that is rather at odds with what everyone says ... You always feel like you should be able to fix things for people you love. Really, the difference between adults and children, adults know you can't.
DH just told me a story -- his little brother was sick, dad was across the country on business, and then mom got sick. Dad had got annoyed because a rock in the yard had damaged the lawn mower. SO he and his other brother attempted to dig up the rock. Which was easily as big as a pick up truck ( CT -- we haz roks). They want to make something better. Seriously, it is what you do for family. Matilda helping is her trying to dig up the rock. she knows what comfort is.
Kitty ma~~~ to you and warm purrs to your friend, erin_o.
Oh, man, Epic, I'm sorry. It may have been me who linked
No hard feeling towards you, of course, JZ. I've sent a strongly worded email & contacted my bank about disputing the charge. I just thought that maybe someone local to them would know if bad things of badness had occurred, so I'd know whether to feel bad for them and practice further patience, or just be really peeved. I'll let you know if I hear anything back - hopefully your One True Soap will soon be available to you again. And I really hope my bad experience hasn't added to the craptastic-ness of your day. I'm fine, honest!
I'm glad Matilda is being a peach and hope she helps to lift your spirits (let her! I bet she'll be thrilled to make Mommy smile!) And I send lots of ~ma and vibes and prayers that the way out of that toxic stituation will present itself post-haste. {{{JZ}}}
{{JZ}} That's awful that work is so consistently bad. I'm glad Matilda is being sweet, enjoy it.
Car~ma for TCG
Also sorry to hear your boss was such a ninny today, Java
Thanks, all.
Things are better now; we're watching the PeeWee Herman Christmas special (Hec has it on tape and right now both the cable and the DVD player are crapped out) and Matilda is being an utter boo. Also, Hec made an amazing pasta dinner, full of mushrooms and cream and spinach and oh ah mmmm, and there's a big Ritter Sport square waiting for later. And, best of all, I don't have to go back to that place for two and a half days.
I just... two people. Out of everyone in my work environment, all these lovely persons, two people are fucking it up and making me feel like a crazy incompetent useless piece of shit, on almost a daily basis (and, ugh, I spend so much time around them behaving like a cringing abused dog begging not to be kicked again, it's loathsome). And they're both big and senior enough that, unless I want to Take A Stand and spend the next several years flailing away at it through various official channels (which, no; somebody should, but I just don't have it in me), my options are to suck it up or to leave.
Which I was going to have a sit-down with one of the kindly bosses with all week, but one crisis after another kept exploding and it never happened, and now it's the weekend. I'm'a try to just give my brain a holiday on the subject until Monday.
Brain holiday sounds like a good idea.
Kitty~ma to erin_o.
Car~ma to sj and TCG.
{{{JZ}}} I don't really know what kind of ~ma to send for you, but definitely health~ma for the doc next door and her little one.
JZ, let the brain take the weekend off on stressing and then talk to the kindly boss next week. Remind your brain that it can't help with this until Monday. So the weekend is for to relax.
erin, I am sorry for your friend's loss.
