Hearsay given to me at work, via Dr. Harris, from one of the board members: "We're going to go ahead and give Kasey what she wants."
Dr. Harris thinks that I asked for too little. I think I asked for what was fair. I'm trying to get what is basically an accounting/management job with no experience in either field. I'm asking for a $3/hour raise and tuition to an expensive technical school. I think I'm making out well on that deal.
I got all pissy at people last night while fixing their mistakes, and wrote up a nasty memo. Then I remembered that I'm supposed to be "nice" and rewrote it to be a helpful memo. Then Michael came in and rewrote the whole thing so that the grammar would be correct.
I can't believe my silly plan to take over the clinic is actually working.
I feel so nefarious.
Seriously, i had this plan, to try and take over and get things done my way. I have this plan everywhere i am employed. It never works. And here, they're just handing me the place on a platter. this is so sweet.
I've been all lovey at Michael lately ... he noticed ... he's been lovey back at me ... I don't know how to explain it, but there is something so good going on ... I'm happy, i want to preserve this ... i'm amazed that he's not sick of me yet.
so anyway ... anything going on tonight??? call me if there is ...