doing a bit better
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jawnbcThanks to all who posted a comment of support and/or insight. I’m doing better as the days go by: wallowing hasn’t been my forté for a number of years. Though neither has feigning a shift in mood (or perspective) when it just ain’t there. So after treading in deeper waters for a bit, I could touch bottom yesterday and today am much closer to solid ground.
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querrelle isn’t entirely used to my North American emotional candour, but he’s been great--even when he’s been having a bad week. He had arranged a hunky thang to massage me this evening, but said hunkster came down with a cold. But a wonderful, lovely thing to set up for me. What a guy.
I had an important meeting with my Dean today. There’s been a fair bit of politic with regards to my role--the sort of banal, stoopid politic that reflects people who think they’re clever but they’re soooo not--and I have a very short fuse for eejits who over-estimate their intellect. And, come to think of it, clever people who obfuscate theirs, whatever their reason. Got gifts/tools? Gotta know what they are, what they can/can’t do.
Enough metaphoricaly blabbedy-blab. Long and the short of it, is the Dean wants me to be me, and for me to do Jawnbc-like things in a jawnbc-like manner. And the eejits will have to back off. The most important thing is I’m an academic and any efforts to make me general staff (which would kill my career, plus I ain’t good at that) are effectively over.
For all my self-possession, still need support, clarification and validation. Doesn’t need to be dressed up, just needs to be real. Ça marche pour moi.
Tonight our pal Mark came over for supper.querrelle made shepherd’s pie and peas, which we served with loverly soup and strawberries and cream. Good yammering, some geeking out (Mark now wants an iPod), and a chance to make our home feel like home a bit more. As Mr Man watches a tape of Star Trek to unwing, I’m doing the same in bed. Lots to do tomorrow but tonight is tonight.Think I’ll try to leave my brain in today, rather than tripping off to tomorrow.
querrelle isn’t entirely used to my North American emotional candour, but he’s been great--even when he’s been having a bad week. He had arranged a hunky thang to massage me this evening, but said hunkster came down with a cold. But a wonderful, lovely thing to set up for me. What a guy.I had an important meeting with my Dean today. There’s been a fair bit of politic with regards to my role--the sort of banal, stoopid politic that reflects people who think they’re clever but they’re soooo not--and I have a very short fuse for eejits who over-estimate their intellect. And, come to think of it, clever people who obfuscate theirs, whatever their reason. Got gifts/tools? Gotta know what they are, what they can/can’t do.
Enough metaphoricaly blabbedy-blab. Long and the short of it, is the Dean wants me to be me, and for me to do Jawnbc-like things in a jawnbc-like manner. And the eejits will have to back off. The most important thing is I’m an academic and any efforts to make me general staff (which would kill my career, plus I ain’t good at that) are effectively over.
For all my self-possession, still need support, clarification and validation. Doesn’t need to be dressed up, just needs to be real. Ça marche pour moi.
Tonight our pal Mark came over for supper.
querrelle made shepherd’s pie and peas, which we served with loverly soup and strawberries and cream. Good yammering, some geeking out (Mark now wants an iPod), and a chance to make our home feel like home a bit more. As Mr Man watches a tape of Star Trek to unwing, I’m doing the same in bed. Lots to do tomorrow but tonight is tonight.Think I’ll try to leave my brain in today, rather than tripping off to tomorrow.
