I'm at work, but I'm a seething ball of anger, and I hope no one comes to talk to me.
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Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
On the upside, I am wearing awesome new boots that I got on sale over the weekend.
I am doing nothing at work and doing it quite well. I would that I weren't, there's lots to get done, but my brain and body are moving through molasses, processing. I'm tempted to close my cube door, but the damn cube has windows in it. Yeah, right, my view of more cubes with more windows. All I see are heads.
Thanks to a bunch of people sending me things in emails, I have already accomplished a lot today, which makes me wonder if I can go home at lunch. I bet if my boss sees me cry she might even suggest it.
I knew it was coming, and it still hit me like a fist to the gut.
There was a mention in one of the threads that Mr. Peabody might need a behaviorist, correct? UGA also has a behaviorist section. We found them helpful when Joey was having trouble adjusting to life outside a cage.
So sad. It's hard to believe.
This is too hard. Godspeed, Ginger.
Luckily all I had to do at work today was push paper, because I can't concentrate. I'm knocking off early. I haven't heard anything else from anyone about memorial services or anything, but I didn't expect to yet. Everyone's just in shock and there's so many things to be done at the worst possible time to have to do them.
So many significant decisions have to be made when you're unable to cope. One slight mercy is that it wasn't over a weekend, or worse, a holiday weekend.
One thing that always struck me about ginger was she had the rare combination of being knowledgeable about so many things, but also having the wisdom to wield that knowledge in such great ways. Maybe sensible is the word I've been looking for.
This. Very much this. Like with the nuclear accident in Japan: people out there were flailing and ridiculous. In here the flailing was more sensible, but still, it's not an odd thing to be concerned about. And Ginger just stepped in and laid down facts and alleviated concerns.
Or when I hated my pictures from my graduation and was looking for someone to photoshop my excess chins for me, Ginger just stepped up and offered to take a shot. Now, she wasn't as successful as we'd hoped, but then she commiserated with me about thick necks. Which I appreciated.
So that was Ginger to me..."Hey, does anybody know how to... or the details about... or what's really going on with...?" And after speculation and wondering, she steps in and lays down sense.
I'll really miss seeing her around.