Yesterday was weird. I had this feeling of impending disaster all day long. Luckily for me, I was dead wrong and nothing really happened.
I really need to start ignoring these fake psychic flashes of mine. I'm always wrong. But it does make me wonder if it's a sort of Schroedingers Cat thing. Maybe by being aware that something is wrong, I have altered the thing slightly enough to prevent it from happening.
But that's just crazy talk. Too quantum mechanistic for my brain to get wrapped around.
Changes are coming. That's already a sure thing. The day shift sergeant is gone and we don't know who will be his replacement. The Boss Lady is leaving to move to another house. That just sucks. She speaks highly of her replacement, which is good. But it won't be the same. Having her as the boss was like having Rambo at your back in a firefight. She always carried the big guns and knew when to fight and when to get the hell out of Dodge.
Crap. I'm really going to miss her.
And people are talking about bidding out of the house again. When enough people start talking, then at least one or two usually make it. So we are going to end up with a shakeup of the crews again. Sometimes it's a good thing. Sometimes not.
It's like sticking your hand in a bag full of diamonds and scorpions. Even if you pull out a diamond and get rich, you'll probably get stung in the process.
Me, I guess I'm going to stay right where I'm at for the time being. Hell, I'm stuck anyway.
I just hope I'm near a life preserver when we start taking on water.
A report on grumpy me - *Forget about my husband; this is all about me. It's been a strange week of little things going wrong.* *A cap came off a tooth, a cap which can probably ...
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