i'm concerned about my boss. a week ago and all of the time prior to that she was a great person that cared about issues and my work. she was a micro manager, looking into my documents to verify every sentence. this week shes changed, she doesn't want to be disturbed or talk to me. i can't figure it out. maybe its the new boss above her, or maybe the talking heads have relayed some type of message to her about me, although i can't figure out quite what it is.
work has been the focus of my life lately. the weekend can't come soon enough.
i've almost finished reading the Gormenghast trilogy. i'm pushing through the difficult language to find myself victorious. I think my next literary adventure will be
The Secret Life of Bees. quite a different focus.
mark's cat turned off the power strip on the tv, pvr, and satellite 2 nights ago. this means that i missed last comic standing again because it didn't record. sometimes i want to kill that cat, but other times i love it for its own peculiarness. mark tought it to fetch and it drinks out of the toilet. i think its having an identity crisis.
ah well, back to work i suppose.
-JB