First of all, I must start out by saying that you know a book will be good when this is the first line: "The angel was cleaning out his closets when the call came." I'm pleased - well beyond pleased, really.
A mixed bag of a day. Because I was out of the office last week after Wednesday noon, I had a lot of catch-up. About 50 emails, which isn't bad. My geekitude took over and I reorganized my system of rules and folders in Outlook so everything goes where I want it. Paper mail to sort through. (I am now an approved trainer for the Montana Early Childhood Program - whoopdedoo.)
Spent some time rehashing a past (work) decision which I was part of because of someone's sense of entitlement. Short version: we give a scholarship for 2 of our programs. Someone felt they should have gotten it even though (a) she was not eligible, (b) she didn't actually apply, or even try to, and (c) if she had applied, we wouldn't have considered her because of (a). But - she feels the need for *recognition*, and that she is more deserving than the person who got it - coincidentally, an ex-friend whom she is no longer on speaking terms with..... Hmmm. You know, dear, we don't always get full complete proper recognition for the things we do. Best you learn that at 18, rather than later. (Clearly she really bears us no ill will, as several of us also got graduation announcements from her today.)
Found out - though I'm NOT supposed to know this - that our office will be moving across town. A bad decision, I think, in light of our demographics - but they don't ask me what I think. :)
Got bitched at courtesy of our risk management person. Said evil RM person has gotten a new job, and will soon be out of our hair. Thanks to the gods for small favors.
Came home from all that feeling like I needed a drink - in my case, that means mainlining chocolate and caffeine, rather than alcohol. Put on my torn jeans and my favorite flannel shirt, which I wear when I'm in need of comfort and/or security. Doesn't everyone have a Security-Flannel-Shirt (instead of a blanket)??
Got a phone call from a good friend from college, just back from a trip to Italy. He was jetlagged and pleasantly befuddled, but we discussed European travel, the state of world politics, graduate school, AirAmerica radio, and the Sunday Opus strip that Berkeley Breathed is doing (I'm not overly impressed by it yet - he said I was a Bloom County obsessive - which is true).
And - my latest victory!!! (Warning: I expose more of my geekitude ahead.) I was commenting to my mother last night that turnips smell like horseradish to me, and wondering aloud if they were related..... I left the room to get a reference book, and she apparently made a comment to galagan
that I was crazy. (My mother has thought I was crazy since I was at least 17. If not earlier.) But I just looked it up on a plant database, and they share a family classification. Brassicacae, or something like that. So I'm thrilled. I need to call my mother up and crow in her ear about my incredible right-ness. :)