I am having some crazytime at work. AJ has gone on mat leave so the workforce is down to three from five. Busy does not begin to describe it. On top of that, because the budget has been cut, my acting position is gone, so I'm back to my base position. I have been, well, not exactly demoted, but what? De-promoted? Un-promoted? Remoted? Only with fuckloads more work than ever. And a paycut. I am pretty sure my supervisor was playing dumb when she told me she didn't know what was going on with staffing as I nervously tried to advocate for my career earlier this week. A pointless exercise.
Such is life. At least I have a job in the wake of these 'tough economic times'. (I wonder when people will stop saying that? When the next recession comes around, say in two years, will there be a different phrase?)
I allowed myself a day's worth of distracted bitterness, but I really feel over it now. I don't even feel tempted to call AJ to complain. I will, though. Tomorrow.
For tonight, it is episode two of this piece of fantastic-ness. B and I were laughing, gasping, clapping and pointing at the tv last night in sheer amazement.
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I also love BBC Life! Apparently some of it is faked (or "faked", because I don't know exactly how or who says), but I don't care. It's the ultimate nature show. It's so fascinating it's practically meta, like a show about nature shows. It's nature porn, almost. I used to watch Nova and The Nature of Things all the time as a kid, and I'm so tickled by these newfangled versions.
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