I guess I haven't been keeping up the journal part of this LJ lately. As much as I can't believe anyone would be interested in hearing the details of my very boring life, I'm game to impart said details anyway. :)
We're going through some minor shuffling at work. One part of it is not just welcome but I've been wishing for it for a long, long time. The other part blindsided me. Someone that works in our nook of the office is asking for a job change. I'm hearing that he's burned out and looking for something different but basically what he's doing is going back to the position he was in before he moved 'up' to our corner. I'm trying not to take it personally but I have a feeling there's more going on than he's saying. Whatever, though. I've done what I can to be as pleasant as possible to him, to joke with him and include him. But where he would have responded in kind (even flirtatiously) before, he just snarks back at me now. Yesterday, he went a bit far, said something mean about a mutual co-worker, before going into a closed door meeting with the guy. It wasn't about me, the comment or how he's feeling about his job, but for some reason, I took
it personally. It was just plain mean
. I actually found myself walking to the file room, biting my lip. Even though I fought it mightily, I teared up a little.
I like the guy. He's tough when he needs to be but he's always been fair. This snarling attitude he's got lately is just so out of thin air. It makes me not want him around. Which is tragic because he went from being a funny friend who texted me funny things to this sullen stranger who I don't know how to talk with anymore.
Oh, in other news, we got word earlier this week that hubby can be taken off the blood thinners, and he doesn't have to wear the squeezy socks anymore. He had an ultrasound on his leg and something - MRI? - on his chest a week or so ago and he's apparently blood clot free. I don't know though. I don't trust the diagnosis as much as I would have before
the entire pulmonary embolism debacle. Considering the Work Comp lady told me she'd never known of another case of pulmonary emoblism where the patient actually survived, I guess we can call ourselves lucky. At least he's lost over fifty pounds and is otherwise healthy.
Fandom-wise, things been quiet, yeah? I've been writing slowly, more slowly than I want to, but you know the same old song and dance - not enough time or energy for any kind of sustained productivity. There is one tiny fic that I am nearing to finish, and hopefully I'll be able to post by this weekend. What I need is a good comment-a-thon. Maybe one will spring up by Friday night? Huh? Anyone?
In the meantime, I'll leave you with this:
Because Cordelia's cleavage makes Angel do this: