Bow Tie Tuesday

[fflo]

I'm not too sure about these colors.  I'm really pushing it by wearing a pink hat, too.  Oh well.  I never claimed to have a classic fashion sense.

In addition to being Bow Tie Tuesday, apparently today is National Bow Tie Day.  Fortunately it fell on a Tuesday this year.  (This tie has appeared before here.)

It seems to be business as usual with my chorus, despite what seems to me like a very dark cloud.  The "town hall" meeting isn't, as I thought at first, to get input from membership on what to do; it's more like to say what's happening and let people vent and accept it to whatever extent we accept it.  I hate being in a position in which I suspect I may not be able to accept it, and may have to lose that part of my life.  That's not a loss I want, or have anticipated.  My hope that the guy would step aside for the good of the group didn't work out.  The group looks to be going the ostrich route.

I have, just now, regarding all that, a kind of weariness in anticipating sadness, with unpleasant conflict looming in the meantime.

This is a good time (all except financially) to be starting back up with my analyst (who isn't really an analyst, but I'm calling her that here just now).

Tonight, however, I am going to eat some food and chill out.  Except it's not chill.  It's the last hot night of a little spell of bad sleeping weather.  Running the fan all night.

I want a cheeseburger.  But I have non-cheeseburger food at home.  Non-cheeseburger dinner tonight.

Comments

[fflo.livejournal.com]

The meeting hasn't happened yet. Maybe it will change the trajectory. But not everyone who's not okay with the guy will show up at the meeting. I don't want to go myself. But I've been a good citizen of the group in sometimes unpleasant ways before, and I do believe in the chip-in stewardship of a good citizen. And I do care about the group's survival. It may survive only for those who don't mind being under the directorship of a someone accused of and currently under investigation for something terrible.

Meanwhile, it's business as usual, and the director has said he's sure it'll all blow over by January and everything'll be back to normal. (I guess this timing is based on his partner's anticipation of missing only one semester at the U, perhaps with a large helping of incredulity that all the privilege could be gone & a heavy sprinkling of expected LouisCK-that's-old-news on top.)

[daphnep.livejournal.com]

Yikes, what a burden. And what a gross thing to have to deal with in the first place.