* The Bastard at work is really getting me down. Without going into specifics, this person has crossed the line of interpersonal decency and What Is Okay Per Society in big ways twice, in addition to doing little things that damage my income and serenity on a daily basis for WEEKS now. The income bit I can't get but so upset about, given that I am STILL earning twice as much at The Ritz as I ever did at The Hotel California, although don't get me wrong it IS galling. The other...well. If this was a case of "The Bastard's and MFA Mama's personalities clash" then I'd have some work to do to fine-tune things on my end and it would be frustrating, but manageable. This, however, is less a personality conflict and more a "MFA Mama has a very common Israeli last name and The Bastard is of a nationality that has been oppressing The Tribe for thousands of years, and started treating MFA Mama like crap only after finding out her last name" type of scenario. Which, well, there's nothing I can do about that (I suppose I could attempt to convince The Bastard I just married into that last name, but the fact of the matter is that I am actually of Jewish descent either way, and am not going to argue semantics with an anti-Semite). The Ritz's HR department is aware of the situation, and The Bastard has ongoing interpersonal disputes with just about everyone who works with him, not just me, which helps my case. I am told I have to "trust the process." So I am, because The Ritz is a great company full of caring and competent higher-ups, and I do believe that they are doing what they can, it just really sucks to have to work with The Bastard in the meantime because nobody likes to be the target of seething, senseless ancestral hatred.
* With that in mind, and knowing that I would have today off, yesterday after work I purchased a bottle of organic tequila, a lime, and some Sriracha chips and Had A Moment after putting the kids to bed. I am pleased to report that following my moment I slept for nearly twelve hours, which I really needed. Yay, sleep!
* We had big plans for a family picnic today at our favorite park, but it doesn't look like the weather is going to cooperate. We're going to have an indoor picnic instead and see if we can all agree on a movie to watch (I keep hearing about Despicable Me? The boys have seen it with their father but don't mind re-watching movies).
* My back has been doing rather better (knock wood), perhaps as a result of the better shoes? The Danskos do NOT hurt Paul, although I'm a little "meh" on them as a result of how unforgiving they seem and the way they MOVE on your feet (which the salesperson assured me is What They Are Supposed To Do). I'm withholding judgment until I've broken them in and gotten used to walking in them--the store where I got them has a 30-day satisfaction guarantee wherein you can return shoes for store credit, so if I decide to hate them I haven't just thrown away More Than I Have Ever Spent On Shoes, which is nice.
* I've been lurking on eBay for a bit in search of smaller workout clothes (if you don't mind pre-owned, you can get the fancy moisture-wicking, non-chafing, brand-name workout clothing on eBay for what you'd pay for new, lower-quality stuff at a big box store, and I've found that chafing is an issue for me with the cheaper, low-tech gear with the amount of time I spend on the elliptical daily) (currently about 90 minutes--don't judge me, it's my way of coping with stress), and ran across something that has boggled my mind. Did you know that there are workout shorts for lady-persons with something called "inseam compression" built in? I find this worrisome and am hesitant to Google, but at the same time I'm pretty curious as to the "why" of it all (a Twitter friend suggested masochism as a reason for this feature). I don't have the slightest desire to compress my inseam. Do any of you know what the deal is with this?
* Isis is deliriously happy to have gotten to spend so much time wallowing in bed with me. She's grinning like a fool.
* How are all of YOU?