Fuck me.

Not that I’m sorry that they decided not to go that way.

I’ve got mixed feelings about it.  Overall, this is a good thing: I’m not taking over management NOW, but will be in the future, which hopefully will include a nice raise.  While we got along, our styles were completely different, our personalities were pretty different, and she tended to stress me out.  I don’t regret not having to deal with that anymore.

At the same time, she was good at her job.  She was a really good researcher, had a lot of years with the company, and I’m sorry she’s lost her job.

So yeah.  Mixed feelings, definitely.

Why do I get the feeling that she’s quitting and that I’m going to be stuck doing all the admin shit that I hate doing? One of the reasons I really wanted this job (a minor one, but still) is that it was pure research and I didn’t have to, like, negotiate with vendors and do the accounting.  I HATE that.

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1. I have never been so relieved and happy with an election result in my entire life as I was with the one on Tuesday.  I’m looking forward to 2009 – to a president who isn’t actively trying to erode my rights, a president who is extremely intelligent and thinks before he makes decisions, and a president who will hopefully help us regain respect from the rest of the world.  I don’t agree with all of Obama’s stances – for one, I think marriage should be available to all people, regardless of race or sexual orientation – but I do think he was a far, far better choice than John McCain, and he gives me hope for the future.  Also, his running mate is not batshit insane.
2. This week I have developed (renewed?) my crush on Rahm Emanuel.  He’s married, he has three kids, he’s probably shorter than me, and he’s an acknowledged asshole, but none of that seems to matter to me.  In part because of this awesome, awesome video: How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways
3. For reasons that should be obvious, I am really having the urge to watch The West Wing again.
4. My boss has been on vacation for three weeks (well, one week vacation + two weeks unpaid leave).  I’ve kind of gotten used to going it without her and don’t want to deal with her generally panic-stricken, slightly hysterical behavior when she comes back Monday.  Is that bad of me?

I managed to not laugh out loud.

Good to see someone reads it, because I can’t be bothered to do more than skim.

In other news, my work appraisal was this morning and was certainly the most glowing work appraisal I’ve gotten in my life.  If it weren’t for the facts that 1) the economy suck, and 2) I’ve been here for less than six months, I’d probably be getting a pretty decent raise next month when they’re approved.  So all is awesome there.

Neither of these skills make me actually, truly fluent in Swedish.  In the slightest.

And yet yesterday I got emails asking what a particular Swedish word meant in English, and today I spent half my morning “translating” a website to see if there’s any information we could use on it. That was an interesting experience. I’m getting really familiar with one of the Swedish-English dictionary sites.

It’s enough to make a girl consider taking the language or getting the Rosetta Stone software, just in self-defense.

My excuse when I worked in the ‘burbs was that the meetings were in New York (at Chipotle!) and I really didn’t want to get on a train for forty minutes to eat a burrito and mingle with other librarians.  In the middle of the week.  It was a valid excuse, I always thought.

My excuse now is that I would rather get on a train for forty minutes and go home/go to the gym instead of mingling with librarians.  (I might have gone, just for the sake of the burrito, except they moved it to some book/cafe)  It’s not so much a valid excuse now, so obviously, no matter how fun it seems in the abstract, I simply have no burning desire to talk to complete strangers in a cramped restaurant.

When I put it that way, it almost makes perfect sense.