Crap

Tired and dispirited, but strangely hopeful. Two and a half weeks to moving day, and much packing done, plans formulating. But work has announced that there will be 150 jobs eliminated by september, hospital wide. They say, and based on past performance I tend to believe, they will do whatever they can to reassign as many people as possible, and allow attrition to make up the rest. I honestly do not think my job, nor most of our slowly increasing surgery section, will be much affected. But, this is hard, bitter change, with more uncertainty than I prefer.

The large road, and the only way out of our parking, is down to one lane each way, a trench down the middle, and lots of heavy equipment and guys in orange. The two less than adequate bus routes that D relied on have been eliminated during this construction, leaving him stranded. With his laptop, and only computer, on the fritz today. He's reached the calm beyond the panic. He says he has lost hope, not in a 'There's a bus along in five minutes I have to stand in front of' way, (because, there won't BE a bus...) but simply being swamped by suck.

We have reassured ourselves with a bit of classic Engrish. "What kind of world is this? It's kind of crap!"

Every move has had a phrase, from "I mean a juice knife!" to "Help is coming, one day late." Most of them lost to recall, but battle cries that rallied us at the moment, acknowledging the misery, calling forth the courage and humor.

It is to tire.