I am spending the weekend slowly mending, alone, and trying not to exert myself. It seems that — as the days drip onward — the “fallout” from my vasovagal faint in the SkyTrain station nearly a week ago was worse than originally diagnosed. Apart from the massive bruising to my pride, I (a) took a knock on the hip, now sore and purple, (b) successfully bit my tongue and managed to leave it painfully tipped with a microlesion, and (c) caused the now infamous jolt to my left ankle, now good to walk on, but otherwise frustratingly sore.

I’m not looking for pity: I’m looking for an excuse to explain why I’ve spent most of the weekend thus far camped in the apartment playing video games and writing. The writing is not so difficult to justify — seeing as how I would do even more had I the time — but the video games, parked in front of my PS2 playing a rented copy of Kingdom Hearts is a little less clean-cut.

On the other hand, limping around the city with my sore tongue hanging out would be a pleasant sight, now, wouldn’t it?

still no takers?

It seems I am getting out of yet another crazy adventure. I noted near midnight on Friday that I would consider doing the blog-a-thon next Saturday. But, so far no one has prompted me with any support. If I don’t have a couple hints at it in the next day, I don’t think I’ll do it. Ah, well…

odd sorts of things, and the next chapter in the saga of my office

It’s Sunday, so I shouldn’t be writing about work. It’s almost like work, in a vague sort of way.

For those who haven’t been following the story of how we went from an office with leadership, through a decapitation, and into subtle chaos, I’ll recap: Our Executive Director was fired a few months ago. I’ll avoid the privis in the middle, and jump straight to a couple weeks ago when HE was replaced with a SHE. (This brings up issues regarding the male-count in the office, but I’ll save that for another day.) SHE, the new boss, starts the day that I come back to work from our honeymoon. Good timing, though I was torn between (a) not jumping into new leadership while I was away as a good thing, and (b) worried about jumping into new leadership immediately upon my return as a bad thing.

I hadn’t considered option “(c)” which was to jump into new leadership tomorrow over a couple of Denny’s hotcakes and a tall glass of OJ.

Tomorrow is MY breakfast with the new boss, wherein she invited each of us out on a “get-to-know us all better” excursion. I’m jumping to conclusions here, but hey, that’s what I do. Option (c), as far as I can tell, is thus far the best of all options that have now been presented. So how’s that for proactive thinking on the new ED’s part?