It's only half an hour to Friday night.

Friday!
I did lots of work today, including an interview with a Bigsplat journalist, and a big mail out, and my boss came in and at around lunch my pain levels were too high to resist any longer so I took some of my elephant tranquilisers.
It's so good to be home.

Zil will be here in half an hour.

Nice boss shame about the rest of the day.

It's 2.30pm and my nice boss is working the rest of the afternoon for me. He came in at lunch and we caught up on stuff and he let me go at 2pm. That's really good. Four hours is about all I can really manage. It wasn't so bad.
I brought in cheese and tomato sandwich wrapped in alfoil and toasted it up on the wood stove as I do sometimes. It was yummy. I had miso and a cup of tea. I did .... stuff.

*sings*
I fought the bank and the bank won.
Dastardly time wasting little shits.

What the hell IS a dastard anyway?

Too much to do.

It's Wednesday. I've got too much to do at work. I'm scared & my knee hurts.

Grrr is for grrrrrumpy.

Angela is working today. It's just as well. I'm in some pain. I went in yesterday afternoon and did four hours. There's so much to do! Soon it will be end of financial year. I have a membership drive. I have lots to do on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

I might have to appeal against the Hinchinbrook-led "no painkillers" policy. I can accept that the anti-inflammatory is evil, but I would like a replacement - something milder, and maybe some painkillers for the afternoons?

Tonight we're going to a work-related dinner with Naomi. A chance for us to be friendly after our last little clash. It's all work to me. Maybe one of you Castle types will go. Just don't make any work related promises or I'll come stampeding down and gatecrash your party. Grrr. I'm a grumpy little Trouble today.

Trouble with a morning brief.

My boss is nice. He rang last night to see if there was anything he could do. He's going to be looking after the Bugsplat Visitor Centre for me this morning, until noon. That's really helpful. It's given me this time, here, now, with you, and time to mooch about the house and to take my time getting ready - to shower (which is really scary with my knee) and to dress.
Calypso, I LOVE YOU, babe. I can put my shoes & socks on all by myself while my leg is in an immobilising brace. You're the reason we can do that. You get an art class next term too. In fact you get whatever art stuff and dance stuff you want. Only, lay off the dancing for a few weeks, wouldya? I've only got two knees.
*snorgle*
Oh, excuse me, talking to my buddy.

So, my boss (el Presidente) is nice. My job however, stinks. Well, not my job. My job is great. People stink. That's the problem. The nasty one's (henceforth to be known as "White Ant") little crusade has found some followers and her constant criticism finds ears. All weekend I've been dealing with crap.

I did learn something. Beware of people who 'spin' for a living. They have an immense capacity for self-deception. They can be trapped into positions by skillful operators such as the white ant. The logic loop by which my friend (*sigh*) Naomi was trapped goes as follows;
1. I do not make mistakes.
2. A mistake was made.
3. Given a choice between two possibilites; a) that I made a mistake or b) that polly made a mistake see 1.

All the white ant had to do was make it a case of either it's Naomi's fault or it's polly's fault and Naomi cheerfully called for my head. Thanks, babe. Nice going.

(It's actually white ant's fault, of course, but since when has that ever stopped her.)
I think I'm giving her too much psychic attention again.
She loves nothing more than a good stoush.

So, here I am at home, and it's just gone 10. I'm going to get my breakfast and make a few calls. Gotta couple more dancers left to call. And I'll want to check in with el Presidente at some point. Is it evil of me to recognise that painful and distressing as my knee injury is there is some work-related advantage? Such as - it humanises me to all the people who have been told by the white ant what a vicious/deceitful/incompetant/right-wing/bully I am. And, other people (the board, my boss, Naomi) are forced to realise that I am human and have limitations and get sick and might want a holiday one day.

I'm just observant. That's not evil.
Opportunistic, yes, but surely not evil.

Achilles knee.

So. Things are not too good here in pollyland tonight. My job is causing everyone a lot of grief as we figure out (too late, always a little too late) that MMC's resignation was just a feint. In three months time most of the board come up for re-election. She's been busily phoning members and campaigning. There's a little delegation clamouring about the financial management. She wants in again, in a blaze of righteous mandate.

God that's an utterly depressing prospect.

The other bad thing is that at bellydance tonight our knee caved completely.

After weeks/months of knee pain (actually - it's been six months now since the original injury - which happenned while the body was under my care, at *sigh* a first aid class I took for work) and knee problems we did ~something~ to it tonight that might be good or might be bad. It's hard to tell at the moment. We were dancing, vigorously. Figure 8s in the vertical plane. One of Calypso's favourite moves. There was a truly disgusting sound. A sort of thhhhwwwwock! and down we went. Lucky it happenned at the end of the class, and the class was small - Zil and Bonnie (with her beautiful baby) and gentle. They were so beautiful, dancing around me as I lay on the floor dealing with the immediate pain of dis/re location. After a few minutes I got my composure back and checked it over for breaks and damage and felt very strange about it - very strange - and certain that despite the horrible sound and the awful pain involved it was actually returning to it's pre injury placement.

I need to see a doctor and cancel dance for at least two weeks. It it has re-located I need to give it time to heal in its correct position. If it's taken a new, second injury then I guess I may need some ideas about how to deal with it. My instinct is that this is a helpful experience though it is extremely painful and I am very, very scared.

Things in favour of it being a helpful 'injury' (ie. not an injury, but a corrective shift):
~ there is pain, but there is also relief from the electric-pinched nerve kind of pain we've been carrying for months. The relief is tangible. My knee actually feels better as well as worse.
~ the knee looks correctly placed in relation to the other
~ pushing my fingers into the side of it no longer causes insane electric type tingling.
~ the pain I AM experiencing feels very familiar - like bruising and sprain - not alien and electric.
~ Calypso reckons it's okay.

Chairman of the board.

The board meeting was awful but not unbearable and I think if I just manage to contain my temper, refrain from bad behaviour (such as for example calling the board members "sheep") things will gradually improve. What a destructive grip MMC (Major Management Challenge) had on the place. The little timebombs still tick away, but they get smaller and sillier and easier to spot as time goes by. And time is on my side.

Me.

I never knew it would be me. Everyone thought it would be Sausage. She was the one that Viola chose first - the most likely of us all (dungeon brats) to be able to front. But it was me. I wanted it so much. My will is very strong. I didn't realise it then. Nobody knew.

My very own peacock.

I don't want to speak too soon but I think this blog thing just might work. I feel good about my peacock picture and I like having this place to myself.

Welcome aboard!

Woo hoo! I've done it. Here I am.
I want to say a big welcome to Terra.
A BIG WELCOME TO TERRA!
Gray and I had a Bad Day. What a Sad Day We Had. We had A Fight. Then I Stormed Out Of The House. Then We Made Up. In between there somewhere I made a chocolate-ish fruit and nut slice. I also worked hard on my business algebra.
Business algebra is very interesting. If you are me. Are you me?
No?
Well, that's not really my problem.
I am excited about this, my new blog. This is where I plan to write about work, business algebra and other fascinating topics. I also plan to link to a few people.
1. My sister
2. This guy I read
Five minutes ago I had this plan to link to all the people that when I first came out of the dungeon were so inspiring to me, and who were my 'role models'.
Viola said (way, way back then) they were good.
She said; "Look at them."
She said; "See, you can too".
She said; "As they do, so can you."
There were a few really influential people who I looked up to (and still do) and I met them all at Dark Personalities. However, I have ditched that plan because:
a) lots of them have already been linked to at other polly places
b) I'm bound to hurt somebody's feelings if they're not listed
So, moving on.
Five minutes ago I also planned to bitch about Thea.
This plan remains current.
But don't worry.
She LIKES it.

Tempted as I was to use "Blogging: We're going to need more monkeys" here is a peacock.