Tuesday afternoon, I was experiencing a bit of tenderness along the outside of my right wrist. Didn't think anything of it and decided to tell the doctor Thursday if it was still hurting.

In my rage after the car was towed home Tuesday night, I slammed both fists into the door. Wednesday morning my right wrist was swollen and painfull. Today when I went in for my final post op appointment I asked him about it. He examined me, poked a few places that damn near made jump out of the seat and said I had tendonitis there. Offered me a perscription for a splint and said to either use my whole arm when I use the mouse or switch hands.

Well, I can't afford a splint right now and I don't know if the insurance will cover it. So I asked if a brace I bought at the drugstore would be ok. He said try it and if it is still painful in a month, to come back for the other splint. Wonderful. This is all I need.

Grunt came back from vacation on Tuesday. He was at his desk before I came in. He was fired at 5. Mike from shipping was called to escort him out. Mike is a sweetheart who's friends with Grunt and he hated having to walk him out. Mike went home and drank all the beer in the house, he was that upset.

The next day, Grunt's boss came to the dept and said, 'for some unforeseeable reason, Grunt is no longer with us.'

I didn't believe that but kept quiet. We discussed ways to change the way some things are run and bring the dept a bit closer together in cooperation. Then John said something about a Travis. "Travis? there's already someone hired?" I said immeadiatly interupting John. John had pure unadultated panic on his face. Eyes got bigger than I'd seen them and his mouth frozen open mid word. He glanced over to Carl, who's only movement was to close his eyes. "Well, Travis is one of the candidates," John tried to backpeddle.

"Yes, one of many," Carl conceded, "a very good candidate"

It all made since then. While Grunt was gone I heard Carl paged to the front at least once a day to meet with a guest.

Unforseeable, my ass.

That afternoon I invited myself to a catalog meeting with the rep from the publisher, normally Grunt's job. John is my temporary boss until the new person comes in and he knows nothing about our catalog. During the meeting I glanced over at John's notes and he had written 'Laurette and Travis' - and listed some of the things we'll be working on during catalog production.

So not only do I have to actually design the catalog pages like I've been doing the last 3 years, I also have to coordinate traffic for it as well. Also in talking to Carl I've been 'promoted' to the temporary position of traffic coordinator for the whole dept. Is there a raise in that? Hell no.

And catalog brings us around to my wrist again. The last catalog inflammed my ganglion to the point of daily pain and occassional immobilty. I'm not looking forward to another round of it.