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Typical Seattle Fourth of July - it's been sunny for the last week and a half, but today? Today it's cloudy and grey. I love my contrary city.

Happy Independence Day to everybody who celebrates! I probably won't be doing much in the way of celebrating, although I'm very grateful for the day off - the good local fireworks are all the way at Gasworks park, and it's just too much of a hassle to go all the way down there and back when I have work tomorrow at 8:45am. And since there seems to be nothing going on at our local lake... meh. I'll probably just hang around the house like I did yesterday, with the exception of a few errands.

Here's hoping for peace and freedom for all in the coming year.

odd

That's odd. I just got a call again from one of those mystery numbers that dialed me last year, and when I checked the prefix against an online directory, it turns out the number is in Bothell. No message, though, so... maybe it's just some poor sap with a friend who has a number really really close to mine. Who s/he only tries to call about once a year?

Anyhow, if you're calling me from Bothell and I don't already have you in my address book... umm... leave a message, so that I know who you are next time. :P Not that I much think it's any of you, it's just kind of... perplexing.

cue all sorts of panic

I know this sounds crazy, but I'm sooo freaked out about going to work tomorrow. I have to a) find out what happened with the whole scary cancellation fiasco on Friday (NW Airlines hadn't gotten back to me when I left), and b) tell my boss about what happened and whatever aftermath I discover.

I hope I still have a job (and my sanity) by the end of the day. I so much hate confrontation, especially when it is definitely more or less my fault for not noticing that the flights weren't refundable. Predecessor-lady is very blase about the whole thing, but predecessor lady has been with the company for something like four years. Besides, it's not her job. And it wouldn't matter if it were, since she's leaving in a few weeks to go to grad school anyway. Which, it should be noted, leaves me entirely without the handy safety net of having somebody who actually knows what the fuck is going on to ask about things.

I wish I'd gotten a simpler job as my first Real Job. Hell, I pretty much just plain wish I was going to grad school this fall like she is. Turns out, I kinda hate the real world. It's stressful in a way that doesn't just mean me beating my head over a bunch of essays. I can handle that kind of stress. I'm pretty good at it, in fact. Making (and breaking travel arrangements for a bunch of execs? Arranging every damned thing in an office? Not something I'm good at. I've arrived at 'why the fuck did you guys hire me, anyway?' and 'holy crap, I kind of wish you hadn't hired me.' Because maybe whatever job I would've found next would've been less stress-inducing.

Also, my heart has decided that the fact that I have a month before my new insurance kicks in means this is a great time to start fluttering occasionally. Fabulous for my stress levels, I assure you. Although, now that I think about it, given how it only really happens when I'm alone, things are quiet, and it's evening (AKA stress time), it probably is caused by my stress levels. Regardless, I think I'll be skipping the caffeine tomorrow, just in case.

Long story short, good energy would be much appreciated at this time. *Hugs to all* The fireworks have stopped, now, so I'm going to bed.