Oct. 8th, 2016

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In follow-up from last time, the in-law visit went okay. There's a curious sort of cabin fever that can set in when one feels stuck at home but without one's whole house actually available to one (say, if a husband is sleeping in one bedroom and the in-laws have taken over the other), and it set in and I had to escape to do workouts. Nothing went wrong, though.

Work does nothing but get worse. I really thought last week would be a desperately needed catch-up week, but Monday started off with the news that my best engineer was denied his promotion; I spent the rest of the week digging up evidence to address the committee's concerns so that I could file an appeal (due Friday). On Tuesday I found out that my team was physically moving to a new area (seating assignments ALSO due Friday), which kicked off a round of team-wide shuffling and angsting and horse-trading over that. I was dragged off in corners and made aware by this person and that person how much it drives them crazy when people walk behind them, or sit behind them, or this, or that... and while I take such things seriously, and thank people for telling me, and do my very best to accommodate, it makes me feel like they are all very young (or have PTSD, but I don't think they can all have PTSD). I used to care about that stuff too, and the manner in which I stopped caring feels a lot like "grew up and got the fuck over it".

Anyway, here I am hitting the weekend with a list of 26 unreplied emails that need a reply, 388 completely unread emails, interview notes to write up, and a weekly rotation yet to finish up. That last will take just over an hour, so maybe I'll start there? I slept almost 12 hours last night, and am resigned to the fact that I won't really wake up today, no matter what I do... I'll just stumble around, get as much useful done as I can, and sleep again. (I'd go to the gym next, but Honkfest is in full noisy swing out there and it was hard to get home from the mall earlier with my new towels. Hoping to let the riot disperse.)

For respite, and to be learning something fun and easy, I've been picking up Toki Pona over the last week. It's a cute little language whose full dictionary is only 120 words, and whose best tutorial is 19 lessons long. So adorable, so approachable! Thus far I'm on lesson 6 and can say just a few things, some very relevant to work: "I fight the many strange tools. I want to destroy the tools!"

mi utala e ilo nasa mute. mi wile pakala e ilo mute!

Also, I possess many cats... mi jo e sowali mute.

I don't suppose anyone else here speaks it, do they?

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