00:40 - 28.09.05
cycles
"Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York"
Richard III
Shakespeare
Yes indeed, winter. Makes one think of travel - at least for me. In my inbox tonight announcements about two conferences for those of an astrological persuasion in places I'd love to see. One in York, England at the end of the month and through the solar 
eclipse in Libra 
on October 3rd. The other in Bali in November after the lunar 
eclipse in Aries 
on October 17. Add in an international conference in Tunis for records specialists and maybe my life would seem sunnier too.
I don't know if it is because I am overtired with the longer commute and more active work requirements, or if I'm still fighting off that virus everyone else seems to have succumbed to, but I am coming home and going straight to bed after work these days. Tired to the point of barely functioning. Monday started off better in terms of the computer connection. Then the second in command arrived. She had been caught in commuter hades caused by the autumn road construction binge in her area. When she is frustrated, she tends to try and pick a fight in order to blow off steam. Didn't matter what I said, she tried to make it in to an insult or a challenge to her authority. Sigh. If I wanted that kind of behaviour I could call up the ex, thank you very much. As I was walking through the work area with my first cup of morning coffee, a group of the warehouse's female staff were standing and chatting. They paused as I passed and then one commented "It's a small world, isn't it?". Felt like it was aimed in my direction and I have to admit there are faces there that seem really familiar, but that I can't place. After lunch was better in terms of productivity, with the second in command digging through the next set of boxes trying to find some correlation between the descriptions in the database and the actual contents of the boxes. Yes well. I was working through the lists of data I had printed off selecting the next round of boxes for recall. Scary when one series of records fills 300 pages. Only about 8 more lists to cull - first round. She left for a meeting with our supervisor around 2:30. Her Mom called shortly after and so we had a short chat. I called my assistant for the election as well just trying to organize our time around the meeting we have to attend this week and the time we need to go view the office space. I got confirmation of her training times for October in Ottawa so I passed that on too. She has family there and wants to find time to visit, but I had to explain that usually our training is from early morning to dinner time with homework on the side. I told her she could blow off the homework to spend time with family because I know she can do the jobs she will be assigned and I also know how anal she is about following the rules - almost as much as me. Anyone who can read through our dry event manuals will function just fine in the actual event.
Yesterday was quite hot, but then the jet stream dipped below our city and brought the wind in at about the time I got off the bus from work and started walking home at the end of the day. Popped in to the dollar store to pick up a level, tape measure, a can opener and some fire starting tools for our candles and incence. Winter rituals. The temperature dropped steadily all evening. Just before midnight my youngest was standing at the window, "Oh look Mom, snow". Just the icing sugar type, and it melted very quickly, but the shape of things to come.
It was really nippy this morning, so I dressed in layers thinking I would be warm enough. Had to really boogie to get to the bus stop on time, so I was toasty warm all the way to the warehouse. Got inside and just about froze. One of the warehouse women came by at one point and asked how I was coping with the cold inside - they were all having trouble keeping warm. I allowed I wished I had brought a blanket from home. That was even with my shawl and extra sweater on. The second in command wasn't much nicer this morning either. The document I had been working on the day before was short some entries I had marked off in the list I was working on at the end of the day. I commented that I was bothered by it but maybe I really had forgot to save that last bit. She started in on me about how paranoid I was. She was loud as usual and quite forceful in her comments. She has the attitude "well I didn't see it so it can't be real" type of approach to life. Sometimes that can be a real asset, but it isn't useful when someone dismisses your comments out of hand. I don't say much at the workplace so when I do I expect to at least get a fair hearing. I just shut my mouth and decided not to talk with her anymore before the end of the morning. No point is there. I finally discovered the problem with the document I was working with on my own. I had grabbed the wrong set of papers. My mistake of course, but the putdowns were still out of line. She insisted that she needed me not to wear my headphones this morning - she had a lot of questions about the data she was trying to assess. She didn't really know how it fit in to the taxonomy. Fair game. However, a lot of her questions were about my personal life - especially the divorce and the living conditions I found myself in. Over her lunch, while I was still trying to work she asked very pointedly about the ex's mother. What was she like and what was her relationship with the boys like. She is like the ex only meaner. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree I guess. I didn't want to discuss her at all - very bad memories. I was wondering why a question like that would even come up and why she would know that there was no father into the mix. I haven't ever spoken of the ex's father. Just strange. Came home with the weather turning bright and warm again. Autumn.
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