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Feb. 24th, 2003 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleini can sleep with an unburdened heart. i am secure in my actions, i have made my decision and i can live with it. The bitch must go. i will be careful, she is used to getting things her own way by distracting others away from her. By throwing accusations that are so outrageous as to be unbelieveable. i have a long weekend, away from everyone at work. i have a draft of the written warning she will receive next week. i have spelled out exactly what i expect from her and have given a deadline for these things must be done. If she cannot control her emotions well enough to be perceived a professional, then she should not be here. And that is all i am going to say about that.
The transfer arrived in Iowa. All is right with the world. With the exception that Daughter had a withdrawal of $25.86 from some place in Panama last week. To make the situation even more odd there was a deposit of the same amount from the same place on the same day. She talked to a woman at the bank and asked for those items on her statement to be checked into. Her account wasn't short or anything like that, but any way you look at it, Panama is oooh, about half a world south of Iowa. Strange things are happening weezer.
i was talking to Master today, finally able to tell Him about my yesterday. As the words came spilling out i heard myself say i need a female friend. Someone i can talk with face to face. Someone who can slap me upside the head if i get too full of myself for any reason, justifible or not. i need someone whose shoulder i can lean on when the going gets rocky and i need a rest. Of all the things good about where i am, the lack of a female friend almost makes it unbearable.
It is not that i don't like being with Master. But He is not female. There are some things that just need a female. This is a difficult country in which to have friends of either sex. The Muslims are wary of the infidel. Their culture does not include being open to new ideas. Muslim women who are open for new ideas and concepts make me uncomfortable generally because we have so little in common. They have more money than i can ever hope to think about. We have no common background.
There is one woman who is a student in our faculty. She is most unusual. She is the mother of 7, one of whom is already a university student. Her children are for her return to school. As is her husband, a most unusual man, i think. She is struggling in her language classes, but not because she is not a hard worker, language is difficult. The other students are mixed in their opinons about her. Some ignore her, others fawn over her, a few treat her as equal. i had an amazing talk with her at the end of last semester. She is a woman i can admire. i wish she weren't a student.
There is another woman, in the physical therapy department. i really like her. She was the one bright spot in my day yesterday when everything else was turning to shit. i think we could be friends, but our lives are both so full, actually hers is much moreso. She has young sons and a husband along with all the things at school. We talk a bit on the phone once in a great while and i truly enjoy her, but i don't think it will ever be anything more than what it is now.
i thought i was at peace with myself. My ramble seems to paint me in a poor pitiful me light. i believe the stress is finally getting to me.
The transfer arrived in Iowa. All is right with the world. With the exception that Daughter had a withdrawal of $25.86 from some place in Panama last week. To make the situation even more odd there was a deposit of the same amount from the same place on the same day. She talked to a woman at the bank and asked for those items on her statement to be checked into. Her account wasn't short or anything like that, but any way you look at it, Panama is oooh, about half a world south of Iowa. Strange things are happening weezer.
i was talking to Master today, finally able to tell Him about my yesterday. As the words came spilling out i heard myself say i need a female friend. Someone i can talk with face to face. Someone who can slap me upside the head if i get too full of myself for any reason, justifible or not. i need someone whose shoulder i can lean on when the going gets rocky and i need a rest. Of all the things good about where i am, the lack of a female friend almost makes it unbearable.
It is not that i don't like being with Master. But He is not female. There are some things that just need a female. This is a difficult country in which to have friends of either sex. The Muslims are wary of the infidel. Their culture does not include being open to new ideas. Muslim women who are open for new ideas and concepts make me uncomfortable generally because we have so little in common. They have more money than i can ever hope to think about. We have no common background.
There is one woman who is a student in our faculty. She is most unusual. She is the mother of 7, one of whom is already a university student. Her children are for her return to school. As is her husband, a most unusual man, i think. She is struggling in her language classes, but not because she is not a hard worker, language is difficult. The other students are mixed in their opinons about her. Some ignore her, others fawn over her, a few treat her as equal. i had an amazing talk with her at the end of last semester. She is a woman i can admire. i wish she weren't a student.
There is another woman, in the physical therapy department. i really like her. She was the one bright spot in my day yesterday when everything else was turning to shit. i think we could be friends, but our lives are both so full, actually hers is much moreso. She has young sons and a husband along with all the things at school. We talk a bit on the phone once in a great while and i truly enjoy her, but i don't think it will ever be anything more than what it is now.
i thought i was at peace with myself. My ramble seems to paint me in a poor pitiful me light. i believe the stress is finally getting to me.
