Work stuff

I actually found my boss's boss yesterday and volunteered for the layoffs. That was a bit of a gamble, I know, but I think I did the right thing. Managers in my division are going to be fighting tooth and nail to try to keep people. At least when someone volunteers, there is a little wiggle room. So I think I'll get let go...

...just wish they'd GET AROUND TO IT...

hmm. Presuming for some odd reason that layoffs will be on a Wednesday, I have at least one more week to finish this chunk of software. I'd like to leave it finished. Y'know, just in case they don't shut down my whole product line.

Health TMI

My digestion is severely horked lately.

Yesterday I thought I was doing so much better on the appetite front. When I saw some doughnuts in the break room, I wanted a doughnut. I didn't want any of the three gazillion kinds that were actually present, so I didn't get one, but I figured thinking of doughnuts as appetizing at all was a good sign. Then I ate lunch -- late, to be sure, but I ate it, which is quite good. Then I spent a long time in the bathroom.

I thought, "Maybe that's the end of it; the last of the ickiness is gone."

Well. I ate dinner and that was a huge mistake. It's like I ate a cannonball... no, a caltrop! I still feel terrible. Caltrops are spiky, sharp, heavy, and really hard to digest.

Maybe it's a two-stage process: appetite returns first, then digestive system gets back in gear to deal with real food.

Woohoo!

I get to go to dinner with a gal from work tonight!

It is a little odd to cheer about this, I admit. Here's why I'm cheering.

Two weeks ago she started going through absolute hell due to some stuff in her personal life. I provided an ear and a shoulder, at that time, and then did nothing for two weeks. I just faded into the woodwork as if I had forgotten all about her. (I've got some sh*t going on myself.) I realized that though I did care, I honestly had no idea how well she was coping at the moment.

So I went to talk to her today. I asked how she was doing, and she was comfortable venting to me. I asked if she wanted to have dinner, and she was pleased.

I feel good about it.