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Yesterday wasn't a great day.

They had a transition meeting while I was out...while I was a a doctor's appointment so I couldn't listen.

I am in more limbo than I was before. The new VP has decided that the 2 people I work with will report to a new manager while I stay with the one I have. I asked the Boston manager where that leaves me. I am in outer space. She said to treat it as business as usual. I said usual is teh problem I need to belong on a team who will back me up... You segregated me from the team I wanted to be on and now I am segregated from the team you put me on. I understand that the VP is thinking it will be easier for the PA people to have a boss in PA...fine... but I am screwed once again. Are you trying to ride me out like you did the dinosaur? Then I hung up. This was before 6 AM.

Later at 10 the team lead calls me to tell me about the meeting. I said that Boston Boss told me and I am feeling like I am being segregated so I will quit. I am not on a team. I back everyone up and no one backs me up. Im supposed to prevent losses on VISA but have no support and hirer management will not pay attention to the risk until we have a loss, but then I get in trouble even if it is because of a systems problem. I started to cry. She said she needed me and that this was a mistake.

I did go out for a walk on the beach. The water was warm but still rough and murky from the weekend's storm. I found a fabulous piece of drift wood that will make some nice art when it dries.

Today was quieter. The other woman in PA will be out for a bit. Her husband had a car accident in May and now is not doing so well. It turns out that when they put back his leg bone it was dirty and he has had an infection in hs body for the last month. The are terrified that he will lose the leg. He had an operation today and will need several more before they can tell if he will keep the leg. Very sad.

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Frankie has been a little stressed out the last couple days.

He has been prowling in the down stairs kitchen since Sunday. I figure a mouse got in the house.
Well Dad put down a sticky mouse trap behind the fridge. How do I know that? Well at dinner time I hear a light thumping and the car walks into the dining room with a mouse sticky pad stuck to him. I was no amused when Dad say "I new that would happen" Sigh. I grabbed Frankie and took him to the kitchen and pulled off the sticky pad, but he had a a lot of glue on his feet and legs. I remembered that peanut butter would help with gum so I coated his feet in peanut butter. He was not happy but I got the sticky off and I figure licking penautbutter would be better than glue.

I figured he would hide the rest of the night. Nope. I hear another thump on the other side of the kitchen. I was doing something so I really couldn't see him. When I went over I found him eating the mouse. Ick. He beheaded it and was eating it... My little predator. Ewww.