Allegra Sloman's blog

Let’s just say I won’t make that mistake again. Yes Allegra it’s possible for their to be three clinics in one day even if you’ve only ever seen two. SO I didn’t do the reminders for T’s clinic.

I LEARNED THIS ON THE WAY OUT THE DOOR my poor colleague E was stuck doing the reminders as I sauntered out.

Call a dr.’s office and start singing I’M ON HOLD AGAIN (this was before E came in after lunch so I was on my lonesome in the fishbowl) and both of the midwives on clinic overheard me and cracked up. Then somebody handed me a baby and he FELL ASLEEP ON ME AS I HUMMED THE TUNE OF THE MR NIPPLEOFF SONG

holding a sleeping baby …. just thinking about it the next day and I’m all cry face like it was my grandkid or something

the last baby CRIEDNCRIEDNCRIEDNCRIED AND what a relief when I handed him back.

AND I BOOKED THREE INITIAL APPOINTMENTS THAT’S HOW WE DO IT PEOPLE so I have finally booked enough appointments to pay for my first couple of weeks at work.

Yeah. If I don’t do it, and I have the sales skills of a locker door, we all starve.

GOOD THING I’M SUCH A BLAZING FUCKING FAN OF MIDWIFERY.

Then I discussed not one but three different things you’re never supposed to talk to your boss about, how fucked up the software and two other items about our personal lives you’re never supposed to bring to the office.

THEN SHE MADE ME TAKE A WALK.

and pushed two kinds of chocolate into the fishbowl

Yeah what a terrible terrible boss.

She hates that software too and has a plan to be rid of it.  ALL THE MEMES OF TWISTED PLEASURE MMMMMM

I am past the point of not knowing what to do next.

Didn’t see Alex this past weekend and I’m antsy with it, weirdly.

 

Beautiful day today – three of cups for a daysign

got beef congee for breakfast at Mike’s! god it was so, so good

Pho for lunch with Paul after a Deer Lake walk

Got asked to work today and refused and man

I’m so glad I stuck to my guns because I am doing fine

loving enjoying the last of the weather

before we’re in Raintober again

Katie is trying to find some upside to the upcoming custody settlement and how she’s going to cope if she only gets Alex half the time.

I think anticipating her babydaddy’s facial expression when he realizes he now has to pay half of the daycare fees will almost be worth it.

I think if it happens, she’ll do a lot more reading and sleeping.

Reconciliation with Indigenous persons is a goal for me, but the really tough part is trying to do it inside an anarchist framework.

Anarchists keep banging on about how nations and nationalism is terrible and we need to stop it immediately because the nation state is a wrecker.

I think I finally found a way to make my arguments so that I can satisfy both sides of it but it’s gonna go  bad for the white anarchists. If any are left after the purge one can see taking shape in the US.

It won’t be a civil war, it will be thousands of local mass actions, as all the hesitations and racist bullshit accompanying the Reconstruction rise up to knock America into the wintry arms of the Russians.

I am enjoying being employed. I am not particularly enjoying commuting, but I will find ways to improve the shining hour.

This day is going to suck; I can just tell. My colleague is off at the doc’s this morning and I have no way to get into the office.

Heavy sigh. I hope I don’t have to page one of the midwives, that would double suck.

Haven’t checked my pay from yesterday, I suppose I should.

Couple more days until pot’s legal. In order to ensure that Julian Fantino makes the most amount of money out of it, Canada is ignoring its international law obligations.

Candidly I don’t give a rat’s ass, I’d be using cannabis for my various ailments whether or not it was legal, as I have done since I was sixteen. I am thinking of getting a button. “Please don’t smoke up at work, you’re dopey enough as it is.”

He is a very entertaining child.

 

 

Today was a good day. I was supposed to do something this evening and I even paid for a ticket, but I got Alex snuggles and a homecooked meal instead. And hugs.

Also I got Liz to read Midnite Moving Co. ha ha ha.

I reread it. It’s really funny, still holds up like I remember it, writing it in a fire of productivity and complete certainty what I was going to do next….

More like AH I NEED TIME OFF MY BRAIN IS A HIVE OF BEES

Buster is being extra extra sucky.

This is a link to a fundraiser.

This is why.

It’s been bally ages since I got sick… I’ll check my temp tomorrow morning and if I’m still coughing I’ll call in sick.

Keith was here to finish watching Predator with us.

My nose is running like a tap. Lovely, hunh?

We have no plans for Thanksgiving. I cooked up some harvest veggies yesterday but that was my only concession to the weekend. Back to work tomorrow unless I think I’m too dangerous to be around babbies.

I got a lot of work done, worked alone for a while without panicking, did a lot of shredding, folded some laundry, showed off my NYRB letter to the boss lady, and closed up and locked the office by myself for the first time.

Jeff found the dead rat and removed it. Watching TV has returned to being a pleasant activity.

I have a four year old grandson. I mean, developmentally he’s been four about six months, but it clicked over. Don’t know when I’ll hear from them for the birthday gathering, but I’m looking forward to it.

I’m working on a new fic and continuing to edit HS.

I’m working late tonight as there’s a meet and greet that I am supposed to profitably attend… so I’m going in a bit late. I’ll prob’ly be home around 8 since I can’t imagine not stopping for food, so Jeff eat that last chicken breast…. To celebrate that I don’t have to leave the house until 8:30 I have put on two loads of laundry.

Something dead has decided to be smelly in the pinball room. All part of having Buster bring new friends home.

Found out Katie nearly died in a workplace accident in the last week. Man, there’s nothing like that to reduce your current complaints to one damned sharp point.