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With my boss:
"So, merit reviews are coming up."
"Yeah, I heard."
"But you're in an interesting position because you made such a big jump in position this year."
"And..."
"And....you weren't expecting a merit raise, were you?"
"Well, I guess I'm not now..."
"Oh, good."

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Sigh.

So I was waiting, because of last night's decision, for Steph and Ryan to call me so that we could go up to the Zadie Smith reading. And maybe run into that boy that I like. But by the time it became clear that no phone call was coming and that I should call them to be let down gently, it was too late to make it to the reading in time. So that's fucking depressing.
But you know what's really depressing? The fact that if we had gone and run into the boy, he would have still not been interested, and that would have been fucking depressing too.

And I don't know what's going on, aside from that it's fall in Seattle and lovely and I really need to get over shit. But I am tired of going out by myself, and of having to coerce people into hanging out with me, and of things sucking in silly and unexplainable ways. And I miss you guys--the Flagler kids--and how you were always an adventure waiting to happen.

Once a year really isn't enough. Let's buy an island.