Holidays were great; today not so
First of all, for those who have not noticed, I've revived my 365shortstories community. It was dormant for a good part of 2012 as I fell farther and farther behind on book reviews and keeping track of stories I've read. New year, fresh start. Please join me -- you don't have to attempt to read a story a day. Set your own goal, even if it's as simple as "more short stories than I read last year," and then share your reading in whatever form you feel comfortable -- lists, reviews, etc. My first two posts are up, here.
Second: I had a fantastic holiday week. Christmas with the family was great (among other things, I got a Barnes & Noble gift card, three new work shirts, tall drinking glasses with various super-heroes on them, a blender, a crock-pot, a coffee-maker, a Captain America spatula and Marvel hero cookie cutters, and just today two Will Murray Doc Savage novels and a tam and scarf in the Clan Buchan tartan (because the Cardnos are not a clan, but were under the protectorship of the Frasers and heavily intermarried with the Buchans).
Third: I hosted New Years Eve at my place for our usual gang (we usually go to brother Jon's place in Oneida, but everyone came here since this is the first year I've had a house large enough to host), which actually meant hosting for the whole weekend. Great time with various family & friends-who-are-family here. And my friend Kat brought her friend Doug ... she swears it wasn't consciously a set-up/blind-date, but whatever. haha. Everyone says we were flirting, but I didn't think he was flirting with me and didn't think I was flirting so much as making polite conversation about common interests (writing, mostly). We've connected on Facebook, so we'll see what happens. He seems a genuinely nice guy, but we must all remembered that not only does my gaydar suck, I'm also flirtarded.
Today, first day back to work since before Christmas, started off with a bang: a reorganization at work. My boss is no longer my boss (but is still with the company, just now heading up a different department). Our department now has two team leaders reporting directly to the VP. I'm happy for both of them on the promotion and new responsibilities, and they actually deserve the jobs and are the right people for the jobs -- but as one of them is my "work-wife," I know there will be a change in the office dynamic and in the way we relate to each other. As the person I now report to, I can no longer just vent frustrations to her about the little things. Why? Because I never vented that stuff to my boss -- the little stuff is the stuff you need to get off your chest quick and then it's done, not the stuff that needs to be catalogued and discussed ad nauseum. Maybe I'm being a little too sensitive, but that's how I feel right now. My (now-former) boss seems genuinely happy about the move in responsibilities, and my promoted co-workers look up to the impending challenges that come with being supervisors. And ultimately, it doesn't affect my day-to-day and the way I do my job, so by the morning I'll be over the shock and grumpiness and be back to being me.
Exercise: 1 15-minute walk outside at break time in brisk winter air
Food: leftover homemade manicotti, eggplant, chicken & salad shared with coworkers
Reading: "In The Tall Grass" by Stephen King and Joe Hill
Writing: nothing.
Second: I had a fantastic holiday week. Christmas with the family was great (among other things, I got a Barnes & Noble gift card, three new work shirts, tall drinking glasses with various super-heroes on them, a blender, a crock-pot, a coffee-maker, a Captain America spatula and Marvel hero cookie cutters, and just today two Will Murray Doc Savage novels and a tam and scarf in the Clan Buchan tartan (because the Cardnos are not a clan, but were under the protectorship of the Frasers and heavily intermarried with the Buchans).
Third: I hosted New Years Eve at my place for our usual gang (we usually go to brother Jon's place in Oneida, but everyone came here since this is the first year I've had a house large enough to host), which actually meant hosting for the whole weekend. Great time with various family & friends-who-are-family here. And my friend Kat brought her friend Doug ... she swears it wasn't consciously a set-up/blind-date, but whatever. haha. Everyone says we were flirting, but I didn't think he was flirting with me and didn't think I was flirting so much as making polite conversation about common interests (writing, mostly). We've connected on Facebook, so we'll see what happens. He seems a genuinely nice guy, but we must all remembered that not only does my gaydar suck, I'm also flirtarded.
Today, first day back to work since before Christmas, started off with a bang: a reorganization at work. My boss is no longer my boss (but is still with the company, just now heading up a different department). Our department now has two team leaders reporting directly to the VP. I'm happy for both of them on the promotion and new responsibilities, and they actually deserve the jobs and are the right people for the jobs -- but as one of them is my "work-wife," I know there will be a change in the office dynamic and in the way we relate to each other. As the person I now report to, I can no longer just vent frustrations to her about the little things. Why? Because I never vented that stuff to my boss -- the little stuff is the stuff you need to get off your chest quick and then it's done, not the stuff that needs to be catalogued and discussed ad nauseum. Maybe I'm being a little too sensitive, but that's how I feel right now. My (now-former) boss seems genuinely happy about the move in responsibilities, and my promoted co-workers look up to the impending challenges that come with being supervisors. And ultimately, it doesn't affect my day-to-day and the way I do my job, so by the morning I'll be over the shock and grumpiness and be back to being me.
Exercise: 1 15-minute walk outside at break time in brisk winter air
Food: leftover homemade manicotti, eggplant, chicken & salad shared with coworkers
Reading: "In The Tall Grass" by Stephen King and Joe Hill
Writing: nothing.