Here it is, my first official complaint about work (remarks about hours don't count): they're making me move offices! Something about wanting people in the same practice group together, blah blah blah.
I'll lose my view of the park, my fab office mate, AND my shelves and my file cabinets! You just don't know how bad this is. In fact, it's SO bad that I'm actually going to make an official complaint. If they can't at least get me real shelves and file cabinets, then . . . well, then I might cry.
I really am very very bummed.
In other news -- days are very long. I need a new motorcycle jacket. I got my hair trimmed. I miss my kids. TFL is as handsome as ever. Dogness is getting white hair in her eyebrows. The fireworks were right outside our window and phenomenal.
Well, some of it sounds fantastic. We miss you too. I'll see you guys pretty soon, I guess.
Posted by: Boy | July 10, 2009 at 01:27 PM
Life is hard. You can borrow Grampa's violin from Jeanmarie. love ya.
Posted by: ckm | July 13, 2009 at 08:36 PM