I've decided to get my hair cut again. I let it grow for a little bit to see if I could find another style to try out. So far nothing. I like the short hairstyle but the upkeep is expensive. I'm not about to go slumming it at Super Cuts. I might as well give some scissors to one of my nieces and tell them to have at it. They'd probably do a better job.

Jake has been fighting a losing battle with a head cold lately. He's so good at eating healthy that it's got to be something really bad to knock him off his feet. That makes me nervous. If it did that to him I can only imagine how I'm going to react. Needless to say I've been trying to stay away from him. We've got so many things planned this weekend I am hoping he's able to kick it by then. *sigh*

Work has managed to pick up some speed, which is nice. Yesterday I had yet another issue with the new gal. I was talking to her about a case and she decided to jump in and start making calls. Never mind that I had it completely under control. She dials the guy's number before I can say stop and I pitched a major fit. Then she hands the phone to me. After a brief conversation I attempted to tell her that I was in control of the situation and was not in need of any help. She announces it's her job. I shoot back with something along the lines of "Nuh Uh!" but more professional-like. I also added that we're equal job level wise. She snaps at me that 'She doesn't think so. She's over me'. Instead of flipping out verbally (facial expression-wise I was beyond that) I emailed a friend who is over her for advice. Instead of responding to me I am assuming she sent her an email directly. I get back from a break only to hear her say, "I owe you an apology." I responded with a chipper, "Oh really?" only to hear her explain that an email magically arrived from a meeting she had a week ago that clarified she and I were equal. We both have separate duties and ne'er the two shall meet... unless she needs help or visa versa. I wanted to do an "IN YOUR FACE" dance, complete with pointing and a really loud manly yell. Instead I smiled and said that I was glad THAT was cleared up and she added that now we could get back to doing work. I feel bad for her to a point. She was thrown into a position that she didn't want with next to no real explanation of what her duties were. She said that the fifteen minute conversation she had with our boss the day she arrived was the most she had heard. She also complained that she was never given a job description. I agreed that it was a shitty situation all around but that I was very comfortable working with her (youseewhatIdidthere?) and that we were going to work very well together. Then I lowered my head below the monitor screen and snickered quietly to myself.

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