Owlet of Bliss
May. 2nd, 2018 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoNot in a good mood today, for various reasons that I probably shouldn't mention until some conclusions about them appear, and others that will never have any conclusions. I got a haircut today, which was nice because it had grown longer than usual, from being put off till after the wedding. But I was thinking that I should probably give up on my stylist at some point and just get it done at Great Clips or something to save money. I told the Sparrowhawk that maybe next time I'll just shave my head. It's not as if anyone would notice. He said he would notice . . . but added brightly that it would be an interesting look for cons. We would almost match, because he wears what's left of his hair buzzed. And then I said, "Yeah, like I'll ever get invited to a con again." So, this was the kind of day I was having. And that was before the letter from the IRS arrived. (Cliffhanger)
The Sparrowhawk got a brief email from a friend and former colleague at work, the vice president for quality and safety. First, Mr. VP said he'd like to get together next week. Then he revealed that his position has been eliminated and he, too, has become persona non grata as of next week. So, the Sparrowhawk's original boss, who was the chief quality officer, was eliminated shortly before the Sparrowhawk also lost his job. And now there's no VP for quality, either. A picture is beginning to form for me--a picture of a company that actually doesn't give a rat's ass about quality, in spite of the fine words they spoke which made the Sparrowhawk think he should go to work for them. Interestingly enough, I figured this out almost two years ago, being a keen observer of corporate behavior from the sidelines. The Sparrowhawk thought I was being too pessimistic. Yeah . . . one can seldom be TOO pessimistic about the bad behaviors of corporate America.
My mother has been basically blowing me off lately, whenever she does happen to pick up the phone. If it were anyone else, I'd just quit calling her, but I feel some responsibility to keep at it. I don't think she's making totally rational decisions so I can't really blame her. She'll talk to me for a couple of minutes, misunderstand or fail to hear everything I say, and then start obsessing about "oh . . . what's his name" and hang up. Tonight Whatsisname "needed a blanket" because he was watching TV and was cold. Last night, she said she had one very important thing to tell me before she would "let me go": "They weighed us today, and I had gained a TREMENDOUS amount of weight!" I was concerned, because a quick weight gain can be a symptom of other problems. Therefore, I cast aside any regard for her feelings and got her to tell me how much she weighed. "Well, the last time I was at the doctor, I weighed 108 pounds, and now I weigh 112." Facepalm . . . . "And it's all because of the ice cream they serve at dinner." Okay . . . Gaining four pounds in two months or so is a good thing, if you only weighed 108 to begin with. She also told me they took her blood pressure, and it was very high. How much? "400?" Yeah, no . . . but I am still concerned about her blood pressure being high. They were going to come back and take it again later, so I hope it went down in the meantime.
The Sparrowhawk got a brief email from a friend and former colleague at work, the vice president for quality and safety. First, Mr. VP said he'd like to get together next week. Then he revealed that his position has been eliminated and he, too, has become persona non grata as of next week. So, the Sparrowhawk's original boss, who was the chief quality officer, was eliminated shortly before the Sparrowhawk also lost his job. And now there's no VP for quality, either. A picture is beginning to form for me--a picture of a company that actually doesn't give a rat's ass about quality, in spite of the fine words they spoke which made the Sparrowhawk think he should go to work for them. Interestingly enough, I figured this out almost two years ago, being a keen observer of corporate behavior from the sidelines. The Sparrowhawk thought I was being too pessimistic. Yeah . . . one can seldom be TOO pessimistic about the bad behaviors of corporate America.
My mother has been basically blowing me off lately, whenever she does happen to pick up the phone. If it were anyone else, I'd just quit calling her, but I feel some responsibility to keep at it. I don't think she's making totally rational decisions so I can't really blame her. She'll talk to me for a couple of minutes, misunderstand or fail to hear everything I say, and then start obsessing about "oh . . . what's his name" and hang up. Tonight Whatsisname "needed a blanket" because he was watching TV and was cold. Last night, she said she had one very important thing to tell me before she would "let me go": "They weighed us today, and I had gained a TREMENDOUS amount of weight!" I was concerned, because a quick weight gain can be a symptom of other problems. Therefore, I cast aside any regard for her feelings and got her to tell me how much she weighed. "Well, the last time I was at the doctor, I weighed 108 pounds, and now I weigh 112." Facepalm . . . . "And it's all because of the ice cream they serve at dinner." Okay . . . Gaining four pounds in two months or so is a good thing, if you only weighed 108 to begin with. She also told me they took her blood pressure, and it was very high. How much? "400?" Yeah, no . . . but I am still concerned about her blood pressure being high. They were going to come back and take it again later, so I hope it went down in the meantime.
