by the middle of next week, i should have, for year N, Pf=2Y, plus any interest accrued. this is currently in the mail.

by the middle of next week, i should also have the proper amount for year N+1. this is to be finalized friday.

intense day, even though i only spent about 3 hours at work. actually, almost four. in at 845. painfully long (two-hour) staff meeting, in which we covered, i think, nothing. then, talking to the person responsible for year N and the first half of year N+1. then talking to dad. angrily [not at him, at the boss]. then being cornered by the boss. "do you have a moment?" "i've got to perform due diligence first." [hang up my phone call.] "we need to have lunch or meet briefly." "i'd prefer not to right now." "i can't let this fester."

and so we met. and it was sometimes heated. certainly uncomfortable. "for this to work, i need you to trust me." "i... i ... i'm not sure i do." ... "i absolutely need to clear my head right now. i discovered this 48 hours ago, and i've been absolutely obsessed with it since. can't get my head around it. it's a lot to swallow. i don't know where i am at this point. i hope you understand that."

and we shook, and i walked out.

[my favorite part of the exchange came from me, gesticulating: "on the one hand, how can an organization be so vile? but, on the other hand, is it possible to be that incompetent."]

and when i walked out, i headed home, and i was about prepared to quit. and i haven't yet, but i didn't go back to work until 455. [i called another guy involved in year N, called a former coworker afflicted by this situation, ate some red potatoes, listened to car wheels on a gravel road, talked to my dad, pressed "replay" on car wheels, and then fell asleep for 45 minutes.] at that point, i thanked the boss for working to rectify things. nothing further was discussed, although i did say that i'd see him tomorrow.

i'm absolutely exhausted. stressful times, sadly. it really is tough when part of you wants to believe what you're being told - it is, after all, somewhat believable - but the other part thinks it's a complete load of crap. makes you wonder if it's worth the paycheck.

but, alas, that's something to mull over for at least the weekend.

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it'll be an oddly busy weekend. again. i've agreed to work high school football friday night, from about 4 until about 730. round of four, i think. i've also agreed to another freakin' race, because i'm an idiot. that's sunday, but it's also a small amount of cash.

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in my exhaustion, i made cookies tonight. i think they might be the first not-from-the-pillsbury-dough cookies i've made. oatmeal and brown sugar and not much else. turned out okay, and the recipe was on the box. woof.