I’ve just spent a pleasant few days in Seattle and I’m on my
way to California to see my dad. Getting out of town was great, seeing Mom went
well and the weather cooperated. I
didn’t completely stop working, though by today (Friday), things really tapered
off. I was checking email every day and writing back quite a few times. I think
everyone realizes that I actually need a vacation, though, so despite the
seeming urgency of this work, they will make do without me. I know my last post was a horrible work rant,
but I am feeling better. No blow ups with my supervisor since I last wrote.
We’re both a little extra cautious around each other, which is probably for the
best. How this will play out over the
long haul, I can’t say, but I am confident I can control my temper and I will
be actively trying to find a solution to my problem—be that transferring to a
different office and new supervisor (but keeping my current portfolio) or
getting a new job (I have applied for two).
I am approaching my trip to California with some
trepidation. I avoid going there and
prefer to see my dad other times. I had (“had”) to go this time because my
youngest Israeli niece is visiting and one of the way my dad persuaded my
brother to send her was by promising that I would be there to help entertain
her. I do like her and I think we will have a fine time, but it isn’t exactly
the vacation I would have planned for myself.
It will also be good to see a lot of my CA cousins, who I haven’t seen
in years. I like them a lot, they’re interesting people, but obviously we’re
not close since we don’t make special purpose plans to see each other. Even so, I am looking forward to that part.
I’m not sure how it happened, but I am sitting in first
class. I used my frequent flier miles to
get this ticket and I don’t remember using a premium amount for this seat. I’d
much rather have been in first class for the flight from DC to Seattle…but here
I am, and I’m not complaining. It’s much more comfortable. Wider seat, more leg
room, early boarding. That last is kind of weird, since it means more time on
the plane and getting to see everyone board, including frail, tiny old people
who should really get to see in these special seats. I guess we’re all lucky
enough to be flying, so I should stop feeling guilty. I’m just going to sit
back and enjoy the flight. I can
consider it a small recompense for the extreme stress spending a week with my
dad and stepmother is sure to cause.
Actually, having my niece there will make all the difference for me too.
Grateful for: family.
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