It's been a week.

My father was in the hospital all week, so that just added to the overall stress level. He's out now, but his tests and things aren't looking all that good. Fortunately (yeah right) my parents are both advocates of the "if I don't think about it, it won't happen" school of thought. But hey, when there's something really bad coming your way with nothing you can do about it, that might just be the way to go.

My feet have been hurting this week. Wah.

My bed ate the second book of the Grace Valley series. Cross my heart. I was reading it in bed Sunday night. Fell asleep. Looked for it the next morning, and every morning since. It's just not there. I did a pretty thorough cleaning this morning--and that stupid book is just not there. I almost bought another copy, but managed to restrain myself.

I'm having a major communication issue with a woman at work. I got chewed out for a problem I didn't know existed. The woman who is causing these problems never bothered to express a complaint, a comment, hell, a word about anything; but without warning she went over my head to complain. So, the director called me into his office. He had no specifics to share with me; just the fact that a complaint had been made. I'm sorry, I need specifics. This is not the first time this has happened; in fact, it's just about totally par for our course. This past week was pretty intense work-wise, but come Monday morning, she and I are having a discussion. I wonder if she'd agree to let me record it--I absolutely do not trust her to remember anything correctly. Actually, now that I've thought of it for a nano second, I think I'm going to request that she, the higher up to whom she complained, and I all sit in on this meeting. I really don't appreciate the disrespect or the rudeness of the entire deal. I'm a professional, if I make a mistake, I own up to it. But for goodness sakes, you have to have actually communicate a goal before you can say someone has violated it. But it's probably just me...