Hooray!
Am now in possesion of new corner office space and unattractive, yet comfortable (and v. ergonomically correct) chair.
J: Things are looking up for you.
H: At least work-wise.
J: What does that mean?
Did not explain to him, of course. Never do. Is my own fault for being so accommodating -- this is clear. Am not likely to change, though, as is personality trait. Simply must find bicycle who will not take advantage of said willingness to forbear. Isn't completely unpleasant being such a glutton for punishment, afterall.
Parents still traveling, resulting in near-complete lack of communications. V. nice. Have decided, after careful consideration, that cannot completely divorce family. Instead will seek some sort of "amicable separation" (the kind enjoyed by those like Angelina & Billy Bob Thorton, or the pre-divorce Nicole and Tom). These sorts of things often do end in divorce, returning of blood vials and swapping of children (irreconcilable differences, of course), but am counting on Mid-Life Crisis Nightmare Mother and Neo-Alcoholic Cheating Father to get selves un-fucked up in timely fashion.
One must cling to hope.
And belief in Easter Bunny.