2004-06-26 - 8:48 p.m.
Bad week. My grandfather was killed in a car accident on Monday, leaving me now entirely grandparentless. There are going to be complicated funeral arrangements to accommodate the family, his home parish, and the church big-wigs and so forth who will also want to show their respects, which is nice, don't get me wrong, but it makes the whole thing hectic and crazy and hard to absorb on a personal level. I don't think it will really, truly sink in for me until the next family birthday party, which were traditionally held at his house...
Also my ear continues to leak stuff. And because I clearly hadn't had a bad enough week already, one of my coworkers decided to send me a snippy email claiming she had overheard me saying something to our supervisor and accusing me of being dishonest and untrustworthy and disloyal, which is maddening because A) it's totally untrue - I've never said anything about her to our supervisor. Not that I'm a saint, but they already have a poor relationship which makes it very awkward for me, having to work with them both, and I would never do anything to make it worse, and B) she won't tell me what it is I am supposed to have said, and essentially accused me of lying when I said I didn't know what she was talking about. I don't need this high-school scheming at the best of times, let alone now when I've lost someone I love.
My pacifist little mother, who captures bugs in jars and releases them outside rather than swatting them, told me I should tell her to drop dead. This was oddly comforting.
