So I'm no longer under the bus, but I'm sure not driving it and barely a passenger.
Some observations after the weekend (and cleaning my bedroom in a pissed-off frenzy):
1. Linga cannot type Roman numerals. No, no, not kidding. For Title III, she put Title 111. p.s. she has a doctorate.
2. Being Linga's peon has its advantages. She likes to have someone make copies for her. I, as her peon, get that privilege. I have never made this much money and made copies for someone. I think I have died and gone to heaven.
3. This week, in each of the morning meetings, I will listen and take notes on what I need to do, but barely open my mouth. If Linga is going to be in charge, she can be in charge.
4. I now have plenty of time to work on my grad school applications. Go me!
I'm taking this whole change in stride -- perhaps this is the sign I needed to slow my life down. I'm taking it.
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My bedroom does look much better. Rearranged it, cleaned the carpet and hung some pictures. Overall, good weekend of just lazing around. Made some pesto yesterday -- mighty tasty.
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