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It was very, very ugly at one level of management. I had
feared it would be, honestly, and I'm afraid I couldn't keep from crying
all morning long. All sorts of accusations, questioning of my motives,
telling me that I've cut my hours because I wanted a social life (no, I
cut my hours because it hurt, which resulted in more free time for
socializing; really, it's a simple case of cause and effect - I would not
*choose* to cut my hours down so much that I couldn't pay my
bills). Anyway, the other level of management was soothing (I think there
was warning about my crying, but I'm not sure). Today I have to make my
case to the worker's comp people. Ugh. So, yesterday I was an
emotional wreck. It was just a few hours in the morning, but I was
drained the rest of the day. I went shopping to calm myself down (bad
habit), and I bought ViaVoice. I didn't install it because I thought I
had the wrong OS, but late last night I actually double-checked and
realized I'd read my "About this Computer" page wrong. Today, I go to
work. When I get off, I may walk down and visit M'ris and her lot at that
cafe I can't spell in Berkeley. I also need to do laundry. And install
Via Voice. Tonight, I'm hoping to make it to Cody's to see Neil Gaiman
read (too bad Tim already bought a copy of the book, or else I'd have a
copy signed for us). (Todd, you and Jen should go to that.) I also have
to pack for tomorrow, as I'm leaving for Santa Cruz again. So, y'know
busy day. I might not get my cafe-visiting in after all. Sigh.
My new PO Box is: Heather Shaw
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Compensating
So, yesterday I took a deep breath and filed for worker's comp at
work. It's just been hurting too much to do much on the computer, and a
trip to my chiropractor confirmed that it's much worse now than before I
had this job. I have to do something; I'm terrified of becoming a
cripple. Exercise log:
Walking to downtown Berkeley from Telegraph, feeling ill the whole
way. Walking home/BARTing home with a migraine. Lots of stumbling about
blindly.
Writing log:
Ha! (Perhaps this will change with Via Voice.)
I'm currently reading:
Crown of Stars by James Tiptree Jr.
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Berkeley, CA 94712-4222
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