Of work and such
Today is my last day before getting off THREEE days in a row. Yes, three.
Not much, right? For me, it's forever.
I don't know what we're doing tomorrow. The bruise on my foot will determine that.
And my energy level.
Saturday is Pyrate Day in Fell's Point. Woo! Probably stuff on a stick and I might even dress up! Depends on the weather. (Warm: 57-77, mostly cloudy!)
Gerry's done with GT. Which is good. GT is Cassie-Land and no one but Cassie should be in Cassie-Land.
Except it's driving my poor Jedi-Hobbit crazy. Stir-crazy.
So today Dr. Haydon was to show up to give a tour to donors at 2pm. She didn't show (well, she arrived at 2:36) and Mrs. Purnell (who doesn't know jack-squat) is giving the tour. Oh and Sara and I are Kit's assistants. Oh and I didn't even get introduced, but Kit and Sara both were.
It was funny, though, to see everyone in a tizzy. Geebus, it's just Dr. Haydon! Yeah, she's the director of Pratt, so what? You think she'll fire us? Feh. Unless one openly does something to disgruntle her, she's not going to have a fit. So she's a neat freak? Last time I saw her, she came over and picked at things. I gazed at her as she asked me various questions (yes, she remembered my name. Odd, huh?) as she straightened things.
Maybe it's because I do not fear losing my job. Or that I am not intiminated by power (or height). Or maybe it's because I feel that, at the base level, people of power are still only people. They have vices and feh. People worry way too damn much about other people.
Oh well.
Not much, right? For me, it's forever.
I don't know what we're doing tomorrow. The bruise on my foot will determine that.
And my energy level.
Saturday is Pyrate Day in Fell's Point. Woo! Probably stuff on a stick and I might even dress up! Depends on the weather. (Warm: 57-77, mostly cloudy!)
Gerry's done with GT. Which is good. GT is Cassie-Land and no one but Cassie should be in Cassie-Land.
Except it's driving my poor Jedi-Hobbit crazy. Stir-crazy.
So today Dr. Haydon was to show up to give a tour to donors at 2pm. She didn't show (well, she arrived at 2:36) and Mrs. Purnell (who doesn't know jack-squat) is giving the tour. Oh and Sara and I are Kit's assistants. Oh and I didn't even get introduced, but Kit and Sara both were.
It was funny, though, to see everyone in a tizzy. Geebus, it's just Dr. Haydon! Yeah, she's the director of Pratt, so what? You think she'll fire us? Feh. Unless one openly does something to disgruntle her, she's not going to have a fit. So she's a neat freak? Last time I saw her, she came over and picked at things. I gazed at her as she asked me various questions (yes, she remembered my name. Odd, huh?) as she straightened things.
Maybe it's because I do not fear losing my job. Or that I am not intiminated by power (or height). Or maybe it's because I feel that, at the base level, people of power are still only people. They have vices and feh. People worry way too damn much about other people.
Oh well.