Friday, June 24, 2011

My work just broke up with me

So yesterday I went to work and found out that the promotion I applied for, the one for which I am ideally suited and would do a positively bang-up job at, the one I have been basically doing for the last four months except for the title and the hours and the pay raise, THAT one, went to someone else.

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I am flabbergasted by this.

While they were in the process of flabbergasting me, the powers that be made a point of telling me how absolutely fabulous I am-incredible work ethic, takes iniative, passionate about the department, the whole nine yards-in an obvious attempt to make me feel better about myself , probably so I won't go bonkers and smash in the windows or something.

I got home and called my best friend to vent about the situation. Suddenly my sister sitting in the room said, "You know what? Your work just broke up with you." And I said, "They DID. That's exactly what just happened. Right down to the 'It's not you, it's us' bit. But since I still work there, they obviously still want to be friends." And then she pointed out that what they actually want is to be friends with benefits, since they want me to continue the relationship we already have without the fuss and bother of making it official.

Those cretins.

And so yet again I am deprived of sleep by an utter moron who is too blind to see what a great thing we could have together. Only I don't even have the satisfaction of a hard thwack across the face with a dueling pistol. (What? That's how I handle all my breakups.)

In silver-lining land, I DID just type this on my phone. Which is frankly pretty freaking cool. Marvin, never break my heart, promise? (Yes, my phone's name is Marvin. No, I don't name all my possessions-just the electronics. Yes, his name is Marvin because he's an Android. No, I'm not going to explain the joke.)

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

"I was working with luminous fish and I thought 'Hey. Loom.'"

I'm back! Did you miss me? I have neglected you shamefully, for which I apologize. I'll try to do better.

Herein, a list of books I've read that I haven't talked about yet; also a couple of movies I've seen.

Run by Ann Patchett. An absolutely stellar book-so much so that I now recommend her as an author without having read any of her others.

Sixkill by Robert B. Parker. His last Spenser novel (Parker died in January of last year) has, because of this, a rather melancholy feel, and the sense of something missing or left undone. It's a fine book, a perfectly adequate episode in the Spenser series, but I can't help wondering what the end of the series would have felt like if the author had known it would end. Hawk's absence, in particular, made me wish for something more.

I'd Know You Anywhere by Laura Lippman. Another author whose books I've started recommending based on only one title. This book is breathtaking-also fairly intense, so fair warning-and evokes, for me, the feeling of Mary Higgins Clark's finest work-although Lippman tends to feel more...immediate, I'd say, probably the result of being from a younger generation.

Dolci di Love and House of Daughters by Sarah-Kate Lynch. These are perfectly fine books, but not life-altering. Dolci is, I think, the better book-House just had too much that I was unwilling to believe. Interesting thoughts about families and what we do for love.

And now for two movies. Something Borrowed...Okay, even by generous "chick-flick" standards this movie is appalling. The respective actors do their best with what they're given-Kate Hudson is alarmingly convincing as the self-absorbed prima donna, and John Krasinksi has to be counting his blessings that he got to play the only sane role in the whole horrifying mess-but this movie is just too awful for words.

Fortunately, Water for Elephants is lovely. And it's nice to see that Robert Pattinson CAN actually act-after the Twilight movies, I have been unconvinced of that. At heart, this is a simple love-triangle story, but one with layers and meaning and depth.

I have several books on my to-do list (including both the books on which these movies were based-in the case of Something Borrowed, I just have to know!) More to come when that's finished.