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Well, that was... logorrhoeic of me?
Apr. 20th, 2010 08:17 pmI've spent free moments of the last 24 hours filling a friend's LJ post with personal philosophies and expressions of dismay at a changing world. If you're feeling particularly masochistic, you can look here.
Meanwhile, time marches on and the hurrieder I go, the behinder I get. Forgot that the farrier is due here for the horses tomorrow (actually we had him marked on the calendar for next week, so good thing he called to confirm.) Thursday is the spinning study group and I'm still dawdling with the end of last month's project and haven't started the new one. Fortunately the new will take several months so I can still get to it.
The trilliums are still doing well. At least four of the divisions are opening blossoms in spite of having their roots horse-whalloped. None are wilting or lying down on the job yet. (hooves crossed)
New (hopefully temporary) work schedules are being completed, taking into consideration the departure of my cataloging assistant at the end of April and the present director by the end of June. It looks bleak and unpleasant, and especially so if the new director chooses to stay in her office rather than take shifts at the desk. I may well be working two evenings a week instead of one, a prospect that makes me most unhappy. Two existing part timers have agreed to increase their weekly hours by three or four apiece, but that doesn't fill all the gaps and there are not sufficient funds to allow hiring someone new unless something else is sacrificed. The new fiscal year begins May 1, and I suspect that raises (if any) will be very thin, even moreso than last year's (which failed to match inflation, let alone the increase in health insurance costs.)
Whatever happens, I must endure until my pension is vested around the end of this year.
On a more amusing note, I was asked to reprise the role of Winston, the Book Wolf again during Summer Reading this year. Now that I've at least temporarily stopped attending furry conventions, an opportunity to fursuit is not all bad. I said that this year we must do the skit in a space with working air conditioning though. I nearly sweated myself to death last July.
Meanwhile, time marches on and the hurrieder I go, the behinder I get. Forgot that the farrier is due here for the horses tomorrow (actually we had him marked on the calendar for next week, so good thing he called to confirm.) Thursday is the spinning study group and I'm still dawdling with the end of last month's project and haven't started the new one. Fortunately the new will take several months so I can still get to it.
The trilliums are still doing well. At least four of the divisions are opening blossoms in spite of having their roots horse-whalloped. None are wilting or lying down on the job yet. (hooves crossed)
New (hopefully temporary) work schedules are being completed, taking into consideration the departure of my cataloging assistant at the end of April and the present director by the end of June. It looks bleak and unpleasant, and especially so if the new director chooses to stay in her office rather than take shifts at the desk. I may well be working two evenings a week instead of one, a prospect that makes me most unhappy. Two existing part timers have agreed to increase their weekly hours by three or four apiece, but that doesn't fill all the gaps and there are not sufficient funds to allow hiring someone new unless something else is sacrificed. The new fiscal year begins May 1, and I suspect that raises (if any) will be very thin, even moreso than last year's (which failed to match inflation, let alone the increase in health insurance costs.)
Whatever happens, I must endure until my pension is vested around the end of this year.
On a more amusing note, I was asked to reprise the role of Winston, the Book Wolf again during Summer Reading this year. Now that I've at least temporarily stopped attending furry conventions, an opportunity to fursuit is not all bad. I said that this year we must do the skit in a space with working air conditioning though. I nearly sweated myself to death last July.
