Snot balls.
Why is it that so many people call me when I'm ill? (And how is it that I am still constantly amazed by the amount of phlegm that my head is capable of producing? It's the same every time.) No, I don't want to go out for supper. No, I really don't want to come over for rhubarb pie (and I love rhubarb pie!). All I want to do is try to forget about work, and recover from my cold..... by drinking more gingerale, listening to Metronomy and playing Spider solitaire. But I might go out later. Heck, it is a Saturday night.
Work. Our executive director just resigned, right out of the fucking blue. In an library that employs only twelve people (at the central branch), it's a pretty big deal. With all the drama that ensued prior to her resignation (and during the two weeks until she was officially resigned), it's an even bigger fucking deal. She's not a bad person, but she certainly mucked things up. There was no goodbye party.
Wow, I sure sound angry today, which could be due to work and illness, but is even more likely due to the fact that I have not seen sunshine in two or three days. I'm in desperate need of a sunny spring day.
(Ok, Genie, I'm here. Happy?)
March 22nd, 2009 - 15:51
Yes, I am happy.. though, I am sad that you do not feel well. :/