2005-08-24 - 1:22 p.m.
I am suffering from one of those moments of being the only single person in a group house. Which means Saturday is now date night and Misses A and M are out on the town (or on the lake in one case), and I am at home moping, watching depressing re-runs, and painting my toe-nails. The only reason large amounts of chocolate are not featuring in this scenario is that it's raining outside and that makes it seem too much trouble to leave the house.
I need to figure out some social activities that take me out of the house but don't leave me filled with rage at humanity. Miss A and I went to a performance art puppet-wedding thing at the Drake Hotel the other night, which I was hoping would be fun as at least it allowed us to dress up on mock-wedding gear, but instead it was irritating and I left in a high dudgeon at the Drake wait staff, who were clearly way too cool to, you know, wait on us.
My fabulous boss has gotten a fabulous job overseas and is leaving, which is a fantastic opportunity for him but makes me very sad. I'll miss him tremendously. We've worked together off and on for the last six or seven years, across three different divisions, which means that, sadly enough, I've actually spent more time with him than with anyone I've ever had a relationship with. It will be very very strange to have him gone; even when we weren't directly working together, I knew he was around and only an email or phone-call away, and that makes a difference...
My sister and I spent part of the day takign care of our cousin's two-year-old, which was completely exhausting. It's a good innoculation to occasionally spend time with other people's children; whenever my biological clock threatens to go off and I get all wistful about the thought of babies, it's helpful to be reminded of how much work children are and how ill-suited I am to much of that work.
This last couple of weeks at work have been brutal, we've been involved in one of those projects that points out all the problems with working in a large bureaucracy in which change happens incredibly slowly and creative thinking is generally not rewarded. I actually lost my temper in a teleconference and kind of yelled at someone, and that's just not something I do. I don't know who was weirded out more, the guy I was yelling at or me. Again, I think I need to get more of a life...
God now I'm just depressing myself further. Maybe I'll brave the rain and go for chocolate after all.
