Not a group person

I kind of envied female friendships, like the women who would get together and go on girl trips or do their wine dates or whatever you want to call it.

I would like it if I had a friend who lived near by but I'm perfectly happy to have Corinne in my life.  We are a lot alike in that we like our books.  We like our TV shows.  We like our Bernie Sanders.  We're not part of a girl gang.

I feel kind of disappointed in The Thinker lately.  It was actually her who made me cry last month during our meeting when she added comments about my area being behind and it kind of crushed me.  She thought maybe it was something she said and it was.  It was more than that.  I was just burnt out.  

I know that she has been dealing with a cold and a sore throat.  She wouldn't appear for one of our meetings where she really wouldn't have had to talk at all or could say Hey, I'm not doing well.  She informed me that she wasn't attending and she needed to be there because there was an issue that came up.  When I explained what was brought up, she wasn't worried because she didn't do stuff like that or make mistakes like that.  Well, I've made mistakes like that and whether you do or not, it doesn't hurt to be aware?

I kind of get the feeling that she thinks we may all be beneath her.  I won't disagree for some but I'm also growing tired of the You know, I had a job offer that paid more and I only took this job because of her previous manager.  Sigh.

I have been stretched thin for too long and if I'm going to do that my weight should look a lot better for crying out loud.  They thought she would be good to cover one of the areas that I work on so I could focus on the bigger group.  I got a weird feeling that she won't last and in the words of a failed campaign, I'm not going back.  I'll lose my mind but I think they know that.  I got to a feeling that the Thinker will bail.

I'm so glad to be at home.  That's all I got.  

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