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willow_25On Monday I mentioned that a co-worker's mom passed Sunday night. Well, tonight is the evening viewing, and I had intended to run by before or after a possible trip to happy hour, but both the supportive work-friend plan and the happy hour plan have been trumped by another co-worker, who used her 6 months of seniority to get herself out of work for the wake, while I cover her shift at the front desk.
Good points: I hate funerals, overtime, I'm too broke for drinking anyway. Bad points: I wanna go be social, SO tired of this desk, I have been trumped by a woman who my work-buddy doesn't even like.
So here I am, sittin' at the desk. Woo.
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Date: 2007-10-12 04:16 am (UTC)I'd rather go to a funeral than to a wedding ... with a funeral, you know the pain is *over*. :-0
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Date: 2007-10-12 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-13 01:14 am (UTC)I'm not, really, but it's fun to joke about. My ex and I get along just fine; I figure, what's the point of obsessing over it, and what's the point of not getting along anymore? My divorce was final on Halloween, 10 years -- ago ...
Holy cow. I'm coming up on my 10 year divorce anniversary. Maybe I *am* getting bitter! :-/