Moving past the unpleasantness discussed in my earlier journal today . . .
My trip to London kicked ass. I wandered about and ignored all the touristy crap and concentrated more on the day-to-day hustle and bustle of the city. Soho was cool, the Boro market had enough delicious looking nibbles to make me salivate and who could possibly pass up the pubs. Camden Market alone may be enough to instigate a transfer to my London office.
A big thanks to kittyp, rainwolfkin, SuicideDoggie, Leola, Ttrent and bateman for joining me at the pub Saturday night. Thanks for the brews, the laughs and just a great time all around!
And to my glorious host . . . thank you so much for taking the time off of work, sharing your flat, showing me around town and being a kick ass person in general.
Needless to say, I will be back. You have all been warned!
Update: I wish I could say things are better this evening, having spent the day dealing with the suicide of my friend/employee, and at the time I wrote the above journal they were. Right now I am even further down than I was when I found out about my friend.
A call from my mom this evening has left me almost at a complete loss. The only thing I seem capable of is tapping out this update . . . which I am not even sure I will be saving. My sister, who is 5 months pregnant with her first child, just had it diagnosed with down syndrome. Both she and my mom are a complete emotional wreck and her husband, who is off on assignment, can't get back for another week. I hardly have it in me to be my typical, cool-headed pillar of enduring support after spending the day sorting through my employees stuff and reassigning it to other people.
I cannot think of a time that I was more emotionally spent except for when my dad died.
I think I need some sleep. Tomorrow has to be better.
My trip to London kicked ass. I wandered about and ignored all the touristy crap and concentrated more on the day-to-day hustle and bustle of the city. Soho was cool, the Boro market had enough delicious looking nibbles to make me salivate and who could possibly pass up the pubs. Camden Market alone may be enough to instigate a transfer to my London office.
A big thanks to kittyp, rainwolfkin, SuicideDoggie, Leola, Ttrent and bateman for joining me at the pub Saturday night. Thanks for the brews, the laughs and just a great time all around!
And to my glorious host . . . thank you so much for taking the time off of work, sharing your flat, showing me around town and being a kick ass person in general.
Needless to say, I will be back. You have all been warned!
Update: I wish I could say things are better this evening, having spent the day dealing with the suicide of my friend/employee, and at the time I wrote the above journal they were. Right now I am even further down than I was when I found out about my friend.
A call from my mom this evening has left me almost at a complete loss. The only thing I seem capable of is tapping out this update . . . which I am not even sure I will be saving. My sister, who is 5 months pregnant with her first child, just had it diagnosed with down syndrome. Both she and my mom are a complete emotional wreck and her husband, who is off on assignment, can't get back for another week. I hardly have it in me to be my typical, cool-headed pillar of enduring support after spending the day sorting through my employees stuff and reassigning it to other people.
I cannot think of a time that I was more emotionally spent except for when my dad died.
I think I need some sleep. Tomorrow has to be better.
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I just hope she's not getting upset over something (the Alpha-Feto Protein test) that has a 95% false positive rate.
She's lucky to have someone so intelligent who knows about this stuff in her corner.