Going Off the Rails on a Misery Train

I would have said 'crazy train', but that doesn't quite capture how I'm feeling.

Early meeting that starts in an hour? Eh, I could take it or leave it. But the home-baked delicious treats and coffee that will be there? Yes. Double yes. My boss's husband always bakes for our staff meetings, which I find seriously awesome - because he doesn't have a job and she makes six figures and she asks him to bake for meetings and events so he 'feels needed'. Ha. And the man makes a mean cream cheese brownie. But sometimes he switches it up and makes muffins for morning meetings. Which actually, on second thought, are kind of better than his cookies and brownies.

Wow. I feel like such a grown-up right now.

One of the librarians quit while I was in Guatemala. Well, he 'resigned', and it was completely unexpected. My boss isn't legally allowed to tell us what happened... and believe me, I tried to find out yesterday. I pulled the old "It was such a surprise that he left, I couldn't believe it when I saw the email." Then I paused and waited for her to give me the details. She said that she couldn't say anything, because it's personal, blah blah, and I said, "No, I figured. I wasn't even going to ask you about it." The old 'ask about it by not asking about it' trick. Good for him, though. There are probably better ways to quit than doing it without warning and leaving everyone else in the lurch. But it's good to see someone get out, that it's possible.

I must have turned my alarm off this morning. I woke up at 7:22, and I have to be ready by 7:30 if I want to get to work on time. So I look cute today. And I have one of those slow developing terrible sinusy colds. Which I'm willing to bet is some sort of Guatemalan stray dog flu or something.

I'm reading "The Journals of John Cheever" again. I bought my own copy this time. He's such a good writer. And it reminds me so much of the last semester of my senior year, when I was studying him in the best class I ever took in college - my senior seminar taught by Michael Byers (cue the angelic choirs). I would get so in to what he was saying and the texts we read, that I almost started crying at least twice in that classroom. Michael Byers... what a brilliant guy. And it's a good thing I didn't read his novel and his stories until after the class had finished. I would have turned in to a serious stalker. I would recommend him to anyone - particularly his collection of short stories.

I thought I saw him walking on campus the other day. That happens quite often, actually. Ah, wishful thinking. It was just another tiny, well-dressed, dark haired man.

I'm still thinking about Portland. With every free moment I have. I think I need to just do it. I know that going out there will give me the kind of life that I want. And there's a chance that in a few months I would end up going to Italy for a while with Marge. And that possibility is really what's pushing me onward.

A little work, then meeting/muffin time.