a hippy chick

You know what snafu stands for, right?

Well, the terminator is not very happy that it’s my last day.  Not only did I get the smackdown via email for something very innocuous that would’ve ordinarily been dismissed, we didn’t go to lunch and she didn’t give me a birthday present.  You might remember that the terminator and I used to be friends.  Until that whole “I don’t trust anyone…are you my friends because I’m your boss?” sobbing tearful mess on Christmas Eve.  After that, we’ve kept a fair distance from each other, her because-well, probably because she doesn’t trust me- and me because-well, probably because I’ve decided no more fixer-uppers.

It was a little strained and strange at first, but we fell into a business relationship (how it should’ve been all along) and everything was fine until I actually got another job.  Now she’ll have to find someone else to beat up on, emotionally of course.  She delights in storming in rooms acting like the world is going to end and asking a question to get you all in a tizzy…then finding out the answer has been resolved months ago.  Everything, and I repeat everything, is the end of the world and a reason to cut someone off.

 So whew.  I’m done with all that.  Except I’m not totally done.  (I can hear my mom saying, “were you baking long? The word is finished, honey”).  I have to work here 1 day a week until they hire someone else.  I’m sensing that I’ll have to have ironclad boundaries, because that one day a week is going to be…well.

ANYWAY! Tiff took me out to lunch for my birthday and it was spaghetti carbonara…yum. Scrumptious.  So take that universe! I still had a good day.  What else ya got?