So one of my managers got this huge Phoenix coming out of Peonies tattoed onto his bicep over the weekend.  I hadn't noticed it peaking out of his sleeve this week until we were sitting at work today taking about transfering a group of workers to another area-  Essentially a demotion for about 6 employees to another funding source without a paycut for budget reasons.  The Phoenix is supposed to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe. Too bad we were the foes.  Talk about one of those little bizzaro "huh" moments.  What a crappy day at work.  Thank god home was a bouncy little boy and a squeezy girl and a loving husband. 

I am actually sort of comforted by writing here....  It is like putting a letter into the mailbox only addressed to Santa, or throwing a bottle with a note into the sea.  Someone will likely read this, maybe even more than one person, but chances are they are not people I know from work or other social networks. Not knowing a lot of people in this new community provides some anonymity and that actually feels kinda nice. 
Change is a funny thing.  A new CEO, new opportunities, fresh loss.  I feel a lot better today than yesterday.  I wore a preppy little shirt with tiny little skull and crossbones(and little hearts for eyes) shirt to work today,  (of course with dress pants and heals) and my girlfriend asked right away if I was mourning the death of something.  Why yes I was..... although I thought I was just slightly more subtle.  Darn.  I still wear all of my emotions on my sleeve..... :) Ha!
This is like an on-line journal, eh?  So, am I really about to actively try to take on more responsibility?  My daughter heard me talking and asked if I was going to try to get a promotion and she started crying b/c she does not want me to work late ever and a boy in her class has an "important" daddy that works too much.  Ugh.  The working mom guilt comes raring up.  Balance.  Unfortunately, I am a two left feet kinda gal.