* Today was a good, albeit SLOW, day at work. I was told, after Tuesday's debacle and Wednesday's exhaustive interview with HR, that someone would call me yesterday to let me know What Was Going On or, if no information was available yesterday, that someone would definitely update me today. Neither of those scenarios panned out, but The Offender has not been at work since Tuesday, so I am hopeful that HR has, in fact, Handled Their Shit and I have nothing more to worry about regarding Matters, Comma, Confidential.
* I haven't made any inquiries because if things remain as they were today (no Offending Party, and The Bastard in check) (oh yes, this is a separate issue from The Bastard) then I will be quite satisfied. I am extremely fortunate in that a friend of mine who I met through this humble little website is a Professional Handler Of This Sort of Shit, and has volunteered to step in and play the heavy on my behalf in need be. I hope I don't need her help at all, but it's very reassuring to know that if The Process turns out to be untrustworthy I have an option besides quitting my job or resigning myself to a hostile work environment on an ongoing basis.
* Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Isis DESPERATELY wants to be friends with the kitten. The kitten isn't against this, per se, but the dog comes on a little strong and ruins it for herself. Skeeter is fine with existing in close proximity, both being on the bed with us, and playing as long as it doesn't go any further than licks and nuzzles and no-contact running around. The dog, unfortunately, wants to play full-contact rugby, and has earned herself many swipes to the nose through rough wooing of the kitten, who can outmanuever her easily and fit into hiding places (under the couch, on the other side of the gates, etc.) that the dog can't access. This mean that the dog spends much of the day whimpering plaintively. I cannot WAIT until they work this all out! And no, of course we are not leaving them alone together unsupervised.
* The children are nearly as fond of Skeeter as Isis is, and are almost as unsuccessful in getting him to be friendly with them, largely because they are very loud and jumpy and high-energy. Skeeter mostly wants a warm, STILL lap to sit on. The children keep exclaiming enviously over how much better the kitten seems to like Hotter and me, but I think that's mostly because we're willing to sit still and ignore him while he purrs and kneads blissfully on us with his little bald paws.
* I picked up a part-time gig working for another department at The Ritz, and my first day there is tomorrow (which is my day off from my main gig there). It's something I've done before at other venues, so I'm not worried about it at all, but I'm interested to see how it works at The Ritz (and excited about the extra money!).
* I'm PRETTY sure I've fixed the RSS feed. Here is the information Feedblitz says I should give all of y'all: