literary orgies

it's been a long time since i just went out into the yard with bunny and daughter and did nothing. i tried to read, but was too inspired for that. mostly, i just fed the blue jays and squirrels. took note of the passing fowl and breathed in the fresh air.

it's been a long, claustrophobic winter and i'm glad it's over.

i lazed about as long as possible this morning before having to extract the summer clothes (that's how nice it's been) from storage for my girl to make it to her religious indoctrination of the week. what can i say, i'm thrilled she's around a group of ...um, what's the word... conservatives. that's sufficient to rattle the cages of everyone with their own ideas let alone mine.

an early phone call, it can't be good, has to be work, those people are forever waking me up. and i'm called in early. good thing i enjoyed the day off while i had it. too soon unaccountability ends, too soon.

work is a joke right now, with the pettiness of a young manager who wants silly things done certain ways (which have no bearing on the product or preparation time), i am starting to ignore her directives as they seem ludicrous.

and i've yet to certify, tuesday that will happen.

but one of the other asst. mgrs in training has this, she should be on call 24-7 attitude, because she's the manager, he says.

and i think, whoa! that's not right. everyone needs a rest. and there is a place to draw the line and trust your lieutenants, or burnout will ensue.

the one asst who is pegged for her mgmt. position, should it come to that, should she choose to jump ship, loves to call out just before her shift begins. doesn't bat an eye at calling out. in the five months i've been there, she's called out at least ten or twelve times, maybe more. unbelievable.

but i never call out. an entire year in hell and i never called out.

it's not my nature, though if they keep working me like they are, i may need to call out for my own sanity.

i'm off, precious few hours until work and i've got reading to do. though i've lost my way (what else is new), and i have lots of ground to make up.

a mountain of writing, which i am putting off until i can go at it in one giant wordfest. a literary orgy if you will.

peace. out.