Labour day brings mixed feelings

It is a very unsettled time here right now. My wife was in Ottawa last week and although she was worried it went poorly feedback from there would indicate otherwise. I only wish I could instill back in her some of the confidence and self esteem that her bitch of a boss has so adeptly shredded. She has decided to withdraw her name from the competition for her job; the final blow and acknowledgement that this is truly an unmanageable situation for her. Now on to the next project wherever that may be. Now will be the time for her to weigh out the possibilities before her and to choose where to go from here. All while still working as the Director of her program, at least until they finally interview and hire a replacement or she finds something else. That without her two most key staff to boot. They both, seeing what was happening to her and not wanting to be there if she wasn't have jumped ship. One of them worked their last day on Friday and essentially screwed my wife on the way out. And she considers herself a friend! She, being the #2 person in the office was essentially in charge while my wife was away. What does she do then? She takes Wednesday off and leaves early on Friday; her last day there! Of course AFTER she leaves on Friday the office gets a call from the minister no less, demanding a meeting. The only person his office is able to talk to is the receptionist! Does she care? No of course not as it was her last day and she's out of there. Should she care how it looks on my wife when this happens? Of course she should. Did she? No! Don't let the door hit you on the way out ya dumb bitch! So much for Labor Day being the celebration of the value and dignity of work. Not around here anyway. There is no dignity in what is going on here.

We are also very much missing the family cottage this weekend. This was always one of our most favourite times of the year out there. The nights are nice and cool for sleeping. The days ares till hot enough and most importantly this is the weekend that most people would pack up and go home leaving the place quiet and somewhat empty. We would continue going on weekends until it was getting too cold for the water to be left on. Well not anymore. We are getting used to not having the place or 'getting over it' as we were screamed at to do. Still different times and different things jog a memory and details of what was come flooding back and it is hard not to react to that. Mostly I still feel bitter and angry all over a layer of extreme saddness and loss. We both are feeling that way this weekend and doing whatever to shake the feeling. Actually it's hard not to feel like loosers when most people you know are out at cottages this weekend. This city has such a uniquely cottage cutlutre during the summer and if you aren't one of those fortunate enough to have one its hard not to feel it. I think it's even harder when you HAD it and now it's gone. Of course that could just be sour grapes on my part but I do believe it is harder to lose something so intimate as a cottage then to never have had it at all. To make matters worse, or to rub salt in the preverbial wound, mymomzilla is on our radar as she phoned wanting to take the kids for brunch which she is doing in about 20 minutes! To close for my comfort. I think I'll just stay in the basement. I don't even want to see her from a distance never mind interact with her. The truth is that she has become much easier to not have anything to do with epecially when she is nowhere on our radar. It is a litle more difficult at times like this but she no longer brings the rages or other negative feelings that I have experienced in the past. No it's more like a nagging anoyance that scratches a raw spot every now and then.

Have a great Labour Day.