Getting away from crazy is always a good plan.

Gah, everyone! I wish I lived close enough to help, amyth. There's nothing about any of that that doesn't sound horrendous (except the acquisition of the beautiful Javier, and the local friends who are stepping up and being fantastic; that's all pretty categorically anti-horrendous).

And, ugh, sarameg, ugh ugh ugh. I'm glad that it sounds like all the people who actually know you are aware of your value and seriously hacked off on your behalf and that consequently Things Are Afoot, but that is an utterly smash/destroy/salt-the-earth-worthy situation all around.

Medical~ma, amyth.

Work~ma, sarameg an Brenda.

And meara too, because that is some bs.

Hopefully this is just the sign that you're supposed to go, Brenda!

Told my boss that I'm insulted they're sending emails reminding us there's a recruiting bonus if we get new people in the position I am STILL WAITING FOR. She agreed.

boo workplace shenanigans and yay brenda for finding a good way out of them.

One of the people I work with collapsed at work and they had to call an ambulance. I'm working from home so I don't have details, but very worried for her, naturally. She's tough, but I've been worried about her health for a couple years now.

Oh, my god, I hate everyone. Except you guys. But Jesus Christ, I cannot take the news any more. I can't cope.

New oxygen sensors cost about $250 dollars to confirm and put in. I really don't mind the $90 diagnostic charge, because I'm troubleshooter enough to know the first error message might not be the actual problem, and fortunately it looked like that really was the problem. The Jeep isn't purring like a kitten, but it is contentedly grumbling to itself like a middle aged large cat that has to clear its throat occasionally.

And when I walked into the office, wearing my big sunglasses, black leather cap, and long bright scarf around my neck, the next cubicle neighbor looked up, blinked, and said, "I feel like you've just arrived on your motorcycle. From France." I grinned in delight.

My work boss is going to talk to mgmt to see if switching contracts is feasible. There's more, but it is the first question that has to be asked.

Had a morning meeting with CSwhatever mgmt clarifying policies as they now stand. WYSIWYG with me. I was probably the most visibly ANGRY one there. There is no doubt in anyone's mind that I want out.

Thanks, everyone! I backed out of group beers tonight (that I organized) because I don't feel safe driving to Durham on just a couple of hours' sleep (the pain has been keeping me up) with the epilepsy and all, which is probably overly cautious, but I'm also tired. One of the guys I have beers with offered to help with anything post-surgery, and another wrote a poem lamenting my absence. A third just wrote that they will pour one out in my memory, which I don't think is exaaactly what he meant.

Workplace ~ma all around. brenda, glad you have a way out. sara, hope you find one, too. Burrell, I hope your co-worker is OK.

Having had a dog who blended into the dark, I'm glad that Jetta came back.