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Last week was a pretty crappy week. Very Bad Things are going on at work. Or maybe they would be better described as Very Scary Things? I dunno; my job is not in jeopardy, at least not right now, but a lot of middle management is running scared: suddenly things that they have let slide are important again, and since these things are their priority, they should be mine. Right? Uh, no, not so much.

Also, our office moved. [The background of the move and the cost in time and money have been the subject of public criticism. Seriously.] Which involved packing and moving a file room (in addition to my office) and learning that none of our file clerks can count or know the alphabet. We'll be doing a shelf read of the file room, all 7,500 files, and re-ordering everything. Yay! Because we didn't have enough to do already. And since we no longer trust the file clerks (I think they are about to be fired, all of them), we'll be doing this in pairs in our "extra" or "spare" time, while unpacking our offices and gearing up for our next audit and the Office Hysteria.

The bad things at work influenced my already bitchy mood, bleeding into the home life. I am a glass half empty kind of person, a perspective that I struggle with constantly, trying not to look to the downside automatically. Last week was a very bad week in that sense, because it was hard to see any upside with what was going on. It was also hard to see anything good going on outside of the office. C and I argued, which isn't a big deal normally. He bailed on seeing Star Trek yesterday because of it, I think, though he said otherwise when we spoke (briefly). And being in a prickly mood still, I thought Screw him. I'm going to see it anyway, without him. And I did. (More on this later.) Now I feel a little bad about it; fences to mend. It was me, all me.

Today was Mother's Day. Mom came to visit -- collecting cards, gifts, flowers, and a pan of brownies (her favorite). Then T and I went to the O's-Yankees game. Sadly, the O's lost. T restrained his gloating until we got home, then he was quite rude about it. <sigh> There were noticeably fewer Yankee fans in attendance than usual. Part of that had to do with Mother's Day, I'm sure, but I wonder if the economy is showing here. For a lot of Yankee fans, a weekend trip to Baltimore and relatively good tickets were a cheap getaway; maybe not so much now that money is tighter.

I think my mood has recovered, and I can write about my reading -- I did get through a couple of books last week, but didn't want to write anything while in such a bad mood.

Star Trek: I'm not a fan of the original series. I don't like Kirk and because he is so central to pretty much every episode, I've never really thrilled to the show. I do, however, love TNG. (It's all about Picard. And Data.) Anyway, the new Kirk? A bit better than Shatner. But new Spock, new Bones, new Scotty, new Sulu? All rock. Uhura rocks hard in both versions, although I wish she'd managed to get a better uniform than the micromini. There were some little things that I would quibble about, but the movie was worth the $10.50 matinee ticket. [Huh? Three months ago that same theater's matinee ticket was $7.50. What's going on?]

Also, the trailer for Terminator: Salvation does its job. Definitely going to see that movie.

Also, unrelated: the corner bar has root beer on tap. Yum.