I have not been idle.
I have devoured several books I had left over both from friends and from my NYC trip this past Xmas. I cannot recommend
"Galina: A Russian Story" high enough.
I also made a lot of phone calls and talked to a lot of people.
Basically, as far as the situation with the job goes: I am fucked. The Weasel not only lied, but he gave me an extraordinarily unfair job evaluation and the bureaucracy has closed ranks behind him, and there's nothing I can do about any of it. Sure, I could piss away a few grand in shyster retainers and hope they can dig deep enough to find me some justice, but USF has VERY deep legal pockets and all the time in the world. Thus, I believe that I shall not do a Don Quixote impersonation on this one. To hell with the windmills.
Therefore, as I have been handed yet another big ol' bushel o' lemons, I shall do the only thing that is left: ART.
Lemon-fresh art.