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Hellth.

Ha, I guess too late for me to worry about not
reacting. I needed to respond to that e-mail, so I
did. The emotional results were predictable. I'm going
to be staying in my little corner here until I can
look like I have some form of composure. The phrase
"That is what I had expected to hear, but it is very
upsetting," is true, and also an understatement. I'd
hate to see what I'd be looking like right now if I
didn't have my reactions under a lot of control.

"Is there anything set up where 'part-time' people
could sign up for health benefits at a higher rate or
something?"

The response gives me hope, but I can't really afford
to hope, because it's probably going to be a false
hope: "Not at this time, however I can tell you that
it is something that is being looked at."

I can't really sit down in the supervisor break room
looking like this. At least I don't have mascara or
eyeliner to contend with.

Something will work itself it out. It always does,
right?
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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