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At work the shit will just not quit hitting the fan. I had in the space of about five minutes, one full time staff person give notice, and another call from the hospital with a collapsed lung, with a bi-annual sale starting tomorrow, which will be intensely busy.
I'm actually happy for Christine, the one who gave notice; she's moving in with her boyfriend on the border of Oregon and Washington, lucky lady. She was glowing and choking back tears at the same time when she told me, she's definitely happy. And I'm happy for her. I'm not, on the other hand, happy to interview Wingnuts Off the Street again- we got lucky last time but it's usually intensely hard to find anyone.
And the one in the hospital, oh god. She had a lung biopsy done, and it unexpectedly collapsed her lung, and they couldn't get it to reinflate. She's a longtime smoker, I'm sure she's terrified. We sent flowers.
I'm actually happy for Christine, the one who gave notice; she's moving in with her boyfriend on the border of Oregon and Washington, lucky lady. She was glowing and choking back tears at the same time when she told me, she's definitely happy. And I'm happy for her. I'm not, on the other hand, happy to interview Wingnuts Off the Street again- we got lucky last time but it's usually intensely hard to find anyone.
And the one in the hospital, oh god. She had a lung biopsy done, and it unexpectedly collapsed her lung, and they couldn't get it to reinflate. She's a longtime smoker, I'm sure she's terrified. We sent flowers.