I Believe You Have My Stapler

It's freezing today in CNY. Did I miss our two-week autumn? I've shut all the windows for the first time since April, and my cat is systematically going to each window I've shut and meowing at the top of his lungs until I go and open it. And then he moves on to the next one. I locked him in the closet again on Friday. (Aren't all of you peeps funny with your in the closet jokes. I loved those.) I think it was some kind of Freudian something.

So sad to read about the plane crash at my little Phuket Airport.

My work trip got all messed up due to weather in Newark on 9/11, so I ended up driving to and from Providence, RI, with work folks, and having to cancel my Cape Cod getaway. It's a shame, really. I needed that vacation. We did manage to have a great time at a bar named Trinity in Providence. It reminded me of the McMenamins back home (favorite, and site of TequilaCon 2007, here). BTW, if you make it to Trinity at some point, I categorically deny anything and everything that is said about me and my time there.

Work was just in the crapper last week, and I'm so hoping this week is better. I'm going to have a conversation with my bosses tomorrow to try to sort out some problems in the office and ask for their support. I don't know - I feel like I'm in cube hell right now. It's Office Space gone wrong. Or wronger. I'm trying to keep my sense of humor, but - ? I feel so held back right now.

I'm thinking I'll put in my 20th or so call to the local AIDS support center this week and then just close the door. In a month it will be one solid year of trying to volunteer with multiple orgs in this shithole. Can you imagine? I will be starting one volunteer gig this week but it's business-related and appears to be helping kids who don't need help. Sounds rewarding, doesn't it? Give me your snotty, your entitled, your over-stimulated teenagers yearning for a legitimate excuse to cut class.