And A's brother died yesterday afternoon. When he called to tell me I was confused. How could his brother be dead? Wasn't it Jesse's brother who died? Two people I love are going through this at the same time? Like Jesse's brother, A's brother had young kids. He was only 40. A will be going home to his prairies for services; this changes my plans for the weekend, which is totally fine. I have no place in this grieving process. I am lingering on the periphery, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, and wishing I had someone to hug.
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My conversation with the VP turned out to be about M and her incompetence. It is always reassuring at first to hear that other people see the same thing I see. But then it always moves to a place of being frustrating that no one is going to do anything about it. It isn't possible, I suppose, for much to happen in a unionized environment. She is protected. So I have satisfy myself with knowing that it took the new VP only about 8 weeks to be troubled enough by it to want to say something.
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