Shocking Friction

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I woke up early but Lady Miss Friday was still under the bed. Unfortunately, when I did get up to go to work, she was distraught. I thought about calling in sick, but calmed her down. On my way out, I noticed the floor was wet in the bathroom and some other items I didn't investigate. I just brought the last bit of my instant coffee jar rather than make one to go. Should probably have put some creamer in it, at least, but nothing I haven't done before. At least it got me to wonder if Mocha Mix has ever considered making the gas station creamer shots that everyone else does. I'll ask at some point. I also forgot to bring the leftovers from last night to try. Not like they're going to go bad. My phone had some error or something overnight and hadn't charged. It's fine, the WiFi in the office is so bad it actually drains power, even when you've got the phone plugged in, so I just figured I'd put it in Super Savin' mode. My day was not off to a great start already, and the building was locked until 7:40. All that really does is affect the amount of extra work I can do, but it didn't help the weather in my head. There were a surprisingly small number of NOAs to take care of, though I'd missed a couple that Din snagged for me. I sent out the referral request for Colleen. I really tried to communicate the very basic outline and stress my noninvolvement, but it read like a soap opera anyway. I spent most of the day locked in my office trying to manage and dissect the maelstrom, though I did remember to check the copier eventually. Good thing, because shortly thereafter I saw Kathy. She'd opted to come into the office to help since Carl is on vacation. I had an interview with some place advertising a better anti-depressant prescription but they wanted about 2k. I left a message for Dr. Kahn asking for the meds instead. I also had an interview with DFEH, but the woman I talked to really did not seem to be on my side. Asked if I'd talked to anyone at Facebook about this, asked if Facebook had ever said or done anything pro-LGBT. Apparently there are like....discrimination indulgences or something? For every rainbow you put up during June, you get to fuck over one LGBT person? I'll follow up. I was confused when whoever had eservice said I was one of the folks with a ton of mail today, but then I saw most of it had come in this morning, so I was really just working ahead again. I finished all of my work that came in for the day and all but 5 of the Eservice downloaded for everyone else. That was actually progress as well, because I focused on getting my work done and made everyone else's bonus, vs vice versa. Unfortunately, I forgot where I parked. It seemed so close in the morning, but walking back I had to remind myself that anything under a half mile is relatively fantastic parking.

Julian was washing dishes from last night when I got home and I felt an odd stab of jealousy. I don't have much to offer in the housework skill set, so I suppose it's no surprise I'd be possessive of the ones I do have. I reined it in and thanked him for doing house work on his day off. I can beat myself up all I want for not getting to them last night, I'm never allowed to make someone else collateral damage. I laid next to Lady Miss Friday during and after her dinner, finally had some of last night's "gyros," and then got my journal current. I was going to join Julian on the couch but he went out for dinner. He bought meat since his $400 State tax return went through, and I installed a safeguard in my head to make sure I'm not *technically* not buying meat, but really having him use my card for gas so he can use his card for meat. Or something. Just something to keep in mind. He yelled at his kids a lot, but they just seemed to be being affectionate. I asked what was bothering him, passed on to him his likely mirror-raising them with affection & discipline styles reflecting his parents. And we talked about re-homing them again. It feels like he treats them like chores instead of loved ones. We watched Happy Endings , though I was tired enough that I could barely follow the plot. I even saw the episode with the scene I saw on Tumblr so many years ago, when FHA clued me in to Happy Ending's existence.