I saw the Transformers movie again last night, this time with Josh and Shan. I almost enjoyed it more this time, as this viewing had two things the first sorely lacked: popcorn, and a small child doing somersaults. She was wee and she was bored, so after she had her fill of skipping up and down the aisle she started doing somersaults, one after another. It was hilarious – as an epic battle between good and evil waged on the big screen, a tiny girl was repeatedly rolling down the aisle next to me. All movies should have this feature!

Once again I am amazed and more than a little disgusted with my job. It seems a huge project we have going is finally at the stage where more hands are needed. People were assigned roles on Monday, and all is going smoothly. I don’t have a role, of course. It seems that because I was out of the office on Monday – I worked from home as part of my pre-approved, one-day vacation – I am no longer working on the project. It was one of the things dangled in front of me during the Unpleasantness of April, as a promise that things would improve for me if I didn’t jump ship. Gotcha! Apparently, I have once again naively and unreliably believed what the Vice President of Space told me to my face. Shameful! It doesn’t matter that I was working my ass off at home, my corporal body was not in the office and therefore I am off the project. Yippee! Let’s let people with a fraction of the knowledge I have regarding this very subject take over! Why? Well, they were in the office and I was not! It makes perfect business sense!

Also up my ass: one of the senior space partners comes in each day and greets everyone with hugs, kisses, handshakes, warm hellos, high fives, manly claps on the back, and some “how are you my dear?”s thrown in for good measure. Everyone, of course, except me. I don’t even get a cold hello. I don’t particularly want hugs or kisses or physical contact, but a hello would be nice. It stings a little knowing that he has to literally walk past me multiple times in order to greet everyone else when he makes the morning rounds.

My least favourite client is about two emails away from installing a tracking device around my neck so he knows where I am at all times in case he has questions.

I am a sad astronaut.