December 17th, 2008


"all these I place ... between myself and the powers of darkness"

The radio this morning said "freezing rain," but when I looked out the window there was actual white accumulation on the ground. Though, okay, what was actually precipitating was freezing rain; oh well. I got somewhat soggy on the commute, but I'm all good now. (Displeased at some non-weather-related shenanigans, but singing/reciting stuff to myself to cultivate that "peace" thing.)
At Tara in this fateful hour
I place all Heaven with its power
And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness:
All these I place
By God's almighty help and grace
Between myself and the powers of darkness!

-"Patrick's Rune" from A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'Engle
hard at work

"Try to be mature and hope it'll pass." -my mom

Subject Line = my mantra today.

At one point this afternoon, Sara was waiting for me while I was on the phone and after I hung up I said, "I'm going to kill everyone I work with."  Sara sort of made a hiding gesture and said, "Including me?" and I sort of laughed and said, "No, not you."

From Y!M:
me [2:44 PM] My mother's "Try to be mature and hope it'll pass." is my new mantra. *breathes*
mjules [2:46 PM] Heh. I misread "breathes" as "Beatles," and I was trying to put the two together, though my brain brought up "Let It Be" pretty quickly.
mjules [2:48 PM] (which rather suits, with the whole "Mother speaking wisdom in times of trouble" motif.)


Holiday Party today from 4-6pm.  MaryAlice showed up at my desk at 3:52.  I was like, "Um, I was expecting to leave at 4pm.  I'm still doing work."  A few minutes later, she and Katie and Greg were in front of my desk, so I finished up the last email I was working on and headed out.

I don't mind getting to stuff like that right when it starts except for the fact that I don't know a huge amount of people outside of my Unit -- and I see the people in my Unit all the time (I've actually barely seen Katie in like two weeks, but this wasn't necessarily the ideal time to catch up).  But when I went to get dessert (I was peer pressured into starting with healthy food) I bumped into a guy who sees me on the T a lot who introduced himself.  And then I saw Emily from Strategy (whom I know from commuting -- she lives in Teele) and chatted with her and she introduced me to Sean (sp?) who's been temping in their department (and just recently graduated from Hampshire, and is living ridiculously far away like Marshfield).  And then I bumped into Kara (who started as a temp for Katie and is now in GM) and Chris (BGIE -- whom I met randomly at the Centennial).  Later, Jean (floater staff assistant who's been sitting behind me for a few months now) came over and was telling people about what an awesome relationship I have with my faculty (i.e., B) and with other faculty in the department and how well I handle all the craziness of managing these folks.  Hee.

I had 3 glasses of white wine (Bordeaux).

We went back to the office around 6:30, and I killed some time before heading over to my 7:45 class at the div school.


Before class, Laurel said, "I was going to get you a Christmas present, but then I heard what my mom's getting you and decided it would be overkill."  I was like, 0.0  She said it should be arriving in a few days.

On our walk back to Harvard Square after class, I was venting and she reached over like to rub my head.  Hee.  ('Cause I am forever petting her hair to comfort her.)


On my way up the stairs at Davis, I saw Adam (who temped for Ranjan Monday and Tuesday of this week).  Apparently he lives in Teele, just moved from Chicago two months ago.


Walking home, I mentally drafted Prof.B's Performance Evaluation of me if it were just one big prose document (a la what I did for Skarda -- per her request -- when I wanted her to write me a letter of rec).