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It's not exactly goodbye

As I told someone in an e-mail message yesterday, there are some unpleasant changes afoot at work involving my department.  I won't bore you with details, but the end result is that my opportunities to look in on LJ during the week are now going to be pretty much limited to days like today when I come in at 6:30 a.m. and can spend ninety minutes or so online before everyone else arrives and the workday officially begins.  Lunch breaks, which have always been flexible and which I normally spent at my desk, will now be fixed and will be spent as far away from my desk as I can manage.  As to weekends, unless I make the trip downtown to the office on a Saturday or Sunday, my computer access from the library will be limited to two hours a day maximum (new library rules).

Wish things were different, but they're not , and sometimes you just have to learn to adjust. 

The good news (for most of you) is that I won't be boring you with quite so many posts of newspaper articles dealing with European politics.  The bad news (for a couple of you) is that it's going to be harder for me to interact as promptly as I've been trying to do.  But, Jen and Tavi, we know all about setbacks in relationships, don't we?

Okay, enough of that.

On a much happier note, I've been showered this week with postcards from LJ friends who've been on holiday in (from my point of view) exotic places.  So, thanks to Adriana, Aline, Jen, and Rosie for sending me little tastes of Brasil, Marseille, Moscow, and Vienna!   *blows kisses*

Aside to Jen:  It took three weeks for your Valentine's Day postcard from Moscow to reach me; compare that to the six days it took for mail sent from Kyiv.  Maybe there really is something to your theory that Ukraine sees foreign mail as a virus that needs to be expelled from the country as quickly as possible (and to my theory that the "foreign mail as virus" attitude also explains why mail sent to Ukraine from abroad can take weeks or months to be delivered, and sometimes never reaches its destination at all).

I was so angry when I left the office last night that I thought of changing my default icon for a while from Jem's swan to Jen's blue ocean (*points*); I thought it would do as a "Proceed at your own risk" warning, lol.  But I'm feeling a little more philosophical about things this morning, so I'm not going to do that.  No reason to take my frustrations out on all of you.  *loves flist*

Oh, and Jem?  I haven't seen my flist for a couple of days now, so I don't know if you've posted any updates on the St. Louis situation.  I still have my fingers crossed that everything will work out for you.  *hugs*


Mar. 11th, 2006 04:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, not really unhappy. Frustrated's more the word for it. It's part and parcel of working for a large, impersonal organisation, where having good political skills, rather than being competent at your job, is the key to getting ahead. See what you have to look forward to if you join the corporate world? (Btw, what are you planning to do, and what are you reading at university?)

Now, not meaning to make you jealous or anything (*hopes Tavi doesn't notice crossed fingers*), I just found out yesterday that my friend Aline (alinewrites) met Dominique once. I don't think she was very impressed. And so Sarko can trace his family back to the Crusades, can he? No wonder you warned against bringing that subject up with a certain someone. ;-)
Mar. 12th, 2006 08:47 am (UTC)
When did I mention Sarko's genealogy? I looked at it last year, and the noble side only seems to back to 1600-ish, when a soldier was rewarded with the title. And no, Dominique would probably not want it mentioned. Although, if that's all there is to it, you could probably make a case for Domi's being better. It depends what you value more, royal blood from 10 centuries ago, or 400 years of (probably) non-royal nobility.
Mar. 12th, 2006 11:30 am (UTC)
When did I mention Sarko's genealogy?

I don't know that you ever did. You just warned me when Swan first started talking to him that it would be better not to ever say anything about Sarko's family being better than his; I think you said it would be like implying someone had better hair, and that his reaction would be similar. :-D