Dear Diary . . . day by day

Friday, June 29th, 2001 - Goats!

I'm still trying to keep my cool over one of my bosses at work and the way the worker's comp thing is being dealt with. I was asked to type up the envelope to mail it in, and so I got to read what they decided to say about the whole thing, and they're all-but-denying it, saying I must've injured myself in yoga and now want them to pay for it. This is the payback I get for being friendly with my boss and talking about how sore my body is from a good yoga class from the night before. Never mind that it was my LEGS that were sore, they're saying I did this repetitive stress injury to myself in YOGA class. Grrr. Unfair and untrue. And mean.
I was in a quiet rage after I read that form. I didn't say anything, other than to ask if I get a copy of that form (no). I couldn't say anything. It would've gotten so nasty I would not be able to work there another day. I was not in a crying mood; it would've been ugly.
So, I went home and took too long packing for my weekend in Santa Cruz. Now that I'm here, I'm content, but at the time I was starting to resent the fact that I'm packing to go to Santa Cruz so much that I hardly have to unpack these days. I wasn't in a good mood yesterday. It's true that I'm spending more time in SC than in Oakland these days. I can't wait 'till Tim moves in with me, and all this driving stops. It's worth it, don't get me wrong - I love Tim deeply and would go to greater lengths to see him every week - but with the end in sight I feel a little more jusitified in whining about the driving.
Tim, honey, you need to raise your monitor 'nother 6 - 10 inches with this new chair. I can feel this in my neck already, and I haven't been typing that long at all . . . and you're taller than me.
My mood was still intact last night when I got here, but seeing Tim sure helped it ease off. He's so cute! Damn, I'm gone all of three days and I forget how very cute he is. He's also very sweet, affectionate and he really, truly cares deeply about me. It's so good to linger in his arms and forget about people at work. Which I did . . . eventually.
Hm. I don't think I'm doing a good job at all of talking about last night. You should go read Tim's account of it, it's better.
So, today I am supposed to back up my hard drive and install Via Voice. Then I will make up some nummy sandwiches and drive lunch up to my honey at work. I can't wait to see where he works - it's sounds so nice and nature-full up there in the hills . . . .
Have a good one, y'all.

Exercise log:
Walking from work to Au Coquelet (about 30 min) to meet up with M'ris, her cool friend Michelle, Susan, MA, Timprov and David. Later that night I stood with M'ris, Matt and Scott (another visiting friend, who I believe goes with Michelle) while we watched Neil Gaiman do a reading and take questions. Yes, that counts; my back hurts, and if it hurts it automatically counts as exercise. Hee!
Writing log:
Soon, really. Being around Tim gives me too many ideas and not enough focus, but it will all happen sooooonnnn.
I'm currently reading:
Crown of Stars by James Tiptree Jr.
My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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