fajrdrako | Sunday...

I slept late this morning. So did just about everyone I know, with the time change. That was all right; but I didn't get time for my daily walk.

I went to Costco with Catherine and

maaseru. Bought sheets,the ones that are such a good deal in 320 thread count. I have enough sheets, now. Quite enough. I couldn't get any more of the yoga tops I wanted - I'd bought one last time, loved it so much I thought I'd like a set. No go. So I bought two Bone trade paperbacks in compensation.

Got home late to meet Donna; embarrassing. But she's kind and was nice about it. We watched three episodes of Doctor Who: "The Next Doctor", "Partners in Crime", and "The Fires of Pompeii". Then had supper - mushroom soup, fresh bread, chicken salad, mince tarts and ice cream.

Nice day.

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Such a nice day that was. Needed a vicarious pleasantness tonight, I did, and this serves well... thanks.

I'm on the union's computer, which now has high-speed Internet, but for some reason it won't let me log into my MSN e-mail account. Bother. I'm here right now (nine-ish) because I was having such a horrible day at work that I gave in and signed up to leave early. Things just all ganged up on me today. One of which is that I have now found out that the plant manager has assigned me to a job that I'll be in for the next 180 days, period, no change possible... and while I think it's a 5:30 starting time with Monday and Tuesday off, main assignment area the lettermail automation machines... well, until I see the letter, I won't know that for a fact, and all kinds of other bad things could be coming. But that alone couldn't have given me the day-long panic attack (feh! so embarrassing when that happens, which isn't often). I think I'd just had enough with people doing bad things "because I can" and the rest of us having to go along with it as if we agree with it, meanwhile our lives are being pushed and pulled in all kinds of unpleasant ways. This has been what we've all had to deal with for as long as this hack postmaster has been here, so why am I having a bad time with it just today? I don't know. But today was a bad day. Sigh.

The supervisor whom I trust (Barb) told me that she strongly believes that that schedule is what the plant manager decided on and wrote in a letter to me which she then mailed yesterday afternoon. Why does this news make me upset instead of calmer? Gahh! Maybe because I can't stand the thought of some hope. I've had this happen before... can deal with injustice and harassment nonstop, but let one person be kind to me, and I totally collapse. I never have understood it.

Well. Bone, huh? I keep looking at them and it never seems to be when I have the money in my pocket! ...Also, if when you sort'n'clean you find any item like that which I had given you, if you no longer want to keep it just send it back to me, ok? I'll cover postage. Because anything I liked well enough to send to you, I like well enough to want to have too, and usually I'd just watch/read it and then send it on, thinking that I'd get myself a second copy someday [g]. Thanks.