DAY SIX OF GLOOMY WEATHER.
Welp, the steroid high is gone. Still happily breathing through my nose. (Yay)
However, things have piled on to the anniversary of Mom's death and the coach layoff.
The local newspaper has a bizarre situation going on with the website that just is completely incompetent (two different subscription account models? Only one of which gives access?? But the other keeps billing?) which triggers a sense of betrayal. (Also, the award winning local paper has been sold to a suspiciously conservative looking state paper.)
I had a disappointing response regarding a complaint about lack of food accommodations at a local restaurant that advertises being accommodating. ("We are accommodating. The server must have misunderstood you.")
And my manager is going to a different division, leaving us reporting to.... well, that will get sorted out ... someday.
Nothing is really bad but all together i've emotional sense of betrayal, abandonment all stirred up. Particularly my manager's departure right now.
I did get myself outside, cleared one bed, and planted too close together a bunch of sweet potato slips. I question the survival rate, even without rabbit access, so i think close planting isn't bad? I could thin later? (And eat the thinned greens.)
And then i flame weeded with the almost empty tank of propane. I don't think i over did it. My body -- NOSE -- feels weird with some exertions, and i don't know if it's weird-but-OK or weird-be-careful.
Welp, the steroid high is gone. Still happily breathing through my nose. (Yay)
However, things have piled on to the anniversary of Mom's death and the coach layoff.
The local newspaper has a bizarre situation going on with the website that just is completely incompetent (two different subscription account models? Only one of which gives access?? But the other keeps billing?) which triggers a sense of betrayal. (Also, the award winning local paper has been sold to a suspiciously conservative looking state paper.)
I had a disappointing response regarding a complaint about lack of food accommodations at a local restaurant that advertises being accommodating. ("We are accommodating. The server must have misunderstood you.")
And my manager is going to a different division, leaving us reporting to.... well, that will get sorted out ... someday.
Nothing is really bad but all together i've emotional sense of betrayal, abandonment all stirred up. Particularly my manager's departure right now.
I did get myself outside, cleared one bed, and planted too close together a bunch of sweet potato slips. I question the survival rate, even without rabbit access, so i think close planting isn't bad? I could thin later? (And eat the thinned greens.)
And then i flame weeded with the almost empty tank of propane. I don't think i over did it. My body -- NOSE -- feels weird with some exertions, and i don't know if it's weird-but-OK or weird-be-careful.
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