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strange thoughts and dreams

 this morning i had a dream that involved my ex husband, and my best friend.  I can't remember what his role was in the dream, but i was at her house using her bathroom and i realized i had gotten blood all over her toilet seat.  I was cleaning it off and asked her for clorox wipes.

Okay, thats not strange AT ALL.  

Sitting here this morning, working remotely, i look down at a note i had written on scrap paper.  it says "What are you going to do about it?  Thats what i thought."

Well, we know what i did about it.  I booted him.

I think i wrote that down as i was sitting here at my desk, and he said something i said i didn't like.  That was his response.  I think i wrote it down so i wouldn't conveniently forget about it.  It was a shot to the system.......are you threatening me mother fucker?

What am i gonna do about it.  LOLOLOLOLOL

Byeeeeee.

There was a time when i let that kind of comment slide.  That time has passed.  There is NO reason to ever speak to me that way.  I'm not from the street, I don't get down and dirty, and i don't have time for men who think I am, or do.  

This from a man who didn't like it when i said "fuck" or "pussy" because "ladies" don't talk that way.  

He must be the expert on ladies.  

Going to lunch today with my boss and a department i'm trying to worm my way into.  There are so many changes coming up, and i know i don't know half of them.  I'm trying to secure myself a place in the most logical, and i think useful, place.  I can't talk about the changes at work, but I used to be financed by the SOM and was told (after i asked) that the new fiscal year will find me fully financed by the hospital, and no more from SOM.  

Financing in a organization this size can mean the loss of your position.  Especially when the people making the decisions have no idea what you do.  So i'm making it known that what i do.......is a lot.  And i can do more.  A lot more.  I've been free floating between two major entities and i want a home.

So when i got the invite to attend lunch with this group and my boss i took it as a good sign.  

Wish me luck.


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