Coming Soon: Another New Baby

So far nothing has changed at work. I am adjusting to my new arrangement, but the fact that leadership does not seem to care that I am isolated from the rest of the groups makes me angry. I have decided that I will stick things out for awhile longer, but I may elect to quit at the end of summer, maybe after Labor Day. I really should quit so I can focus on my dissertation, anyway. I finished my two classes today and now I only have two left before I enter the dissertation phase. In my next class, I will be required to take a comprehensive exam in which I will be required to answer questions about a research article and be able to explain the statistics and research methodologies. I have about three months to prepare, so I should do fine, but it is a bit nerve racking to think about it.

I found out today that Bubo is pulling Rio's feathers out. I noticed that he was missing some feathers on his neck and today I caught Bubo red-beaked. Dan had decided that he didn't want to give Bubo up, but today he said it would be best to rehome him. I am sad that he is so high strung and won't calm down. He can be sweet, but he is really an odd bird. Rio is so sweet and laid back, and I think he would do great with another bird that has a similar personality. The other day Dan told me that he wants me to get another sun conure from the breeder I got Rio from. I messaged her to ask if she had any suns left, and she said she had a new clutch that had not been DNA tested yet. She also said she had a waiting list, but since she likes to choose her birds' homes based on quality rather than place in line, she said she'd bump me to second place for a boy. Well, the DNA came back and there was only one boy out of the four, but the person ahead of me who originally wanted a boy decided he or she liked the hybrid sun/jenday instead, so she let me put a deposit down on the boy! I am very excited. He will be ready around the end of August, which is a horrible time to fly a bird to the South, but I am hopeful that we will have at least a few nicer days at the beginning of September. This is a picture of my new boy (the one being held). His name is going to be Phoenix.

Rio is doing great. He seems to be all settled in and happy. He also eats really well. I made chop last weekend and he eats it like a champ. He really likes the mung beans I sprouted, so today I mixed them in with the chop and after he ate the beans, he went to town eating the veggies. He ate most of what was in his bowl and bunch that was in Bubo's bowl. He is such a clown, too. He loves to roll over on his back and have his belly scratched. He just doesn't do it often because he doesn't feel safe with Bubo around. I try to give him plenty of alone time so he can relax. Fortunately, Bu doesn't mind being alone.

In other news, we finally were notified that our camper keys were in, so we drove a half an hour to pick them up, went to the camper to try them out, and voila! THEY DON'T WORK! I knew exactly why, too. We have a keyless entry lock and the keys the ordered are for a standard RV lock. The key we had before was closer to what we needed than what they ordered. I actually found a supplier on Amazon that cuts RV keys for the lock we have and ordered a couple. I pray this words, because if it doesn't, we will have to buy a new lock.

I am looking forward to the short week. Things should be fairly quiet at work this week because we are between sessions, but the new session starts on Wednesday, so next week will likely be normal again. Our two new specialists started on Wednesday and hopefully they will be trained up with a month. Until then, I will just put my head down and trudge forward.

Moody

I think I am going through menopause, and although I generally feel normal, I have noticed that I feel a bit more weepy than normal over really stupid stuff. Obviously, since the first of the year I've cried way more than normal, but after bringing Rio home, the water works shut off for the most part. He is exactly what my heart needed to start healing, and I am so thankful for him. But at work yesterday I teared up several times. We have gotten really busy in my department, so leadership finally secured a new position. But then a girl I worked with quit, so they hired two new people. There are currently eight writing specialist and a supervisor, and there are 10 cubicle spots in the area. With two new people coming, that makes 11 people and only 10 spots. There was an empty cubicle on the math side, so leadership asked me if I would be willing to move there. I told them that was fine (what else could I honestly say?), and so I moved there Wednesday afternoon. Thursday and yesterday, I felt miserable. I am not an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination, but I feel so isolated and lonely over there and I cried a few times. The director asked me how it was going yesterday and I told her I don't like it. She said she was going to talk to the assistant director, but I told her not to make a fuss. After all, someone has to sit there. There were two better choices besides me in my mind, though. One is the supervisor. Rarely do supervisors sit with their teams; they are usually in offices. The other is a writing specialist who helps out with the Office of Disability Services (ODS), and the cubicle I was moved to is right next to the ODS specialist.

Anyway, I saw Wendy talking to Jonathan and Crystal (the assistant director and the supervisor), and afterward, Crystal came and talked to me. Rather than saying they were going to try to move me back, she assured me that I was welcome to come to the other side of the wall and join the conversation anytime I wanted to and that if I really hated it after a few days, they would put a table in the back for me to sit at. That did not help at all. I sat at my desk hardly able to work and contemplating giving my two weeks notice. I know it's irrational and that I will eventually adjust, but I cannot help but feel like I have been relegated to time-out for being naughty. I figured I was chosen because I am low man on the totem pole, but the new people are getting better seating arrangements than I have and it makes me feel neglected and unappreciated. They told me they chose me because I am independent, but I think that is a load of crap.

Billie has been awesome, though. She came and talked to me several times and asked me if I wanted her to switch with me. I told her no because she is the training coordinator and she has to be on the other side to train the new people. Then she asked to switch her lunch so that we could go together. I have sat next to her for a year and part of me was happy to get away from her because she often keeps me from being as productive as I could be, but I was less-than-productive yesterday and the day before. I miss her way more than I thought I would.

Last night Dan and I went to dinner with April, Landon, Ben, Nicole, and Peter. Nicole is a writing specialist and Dan and Peter work together on faculty stuff and are friends. Anyway, I told Nicole about my experience and she told me that she overheard Crystal talking to Brett, the only guy writing specialist, and she thought that maybe Crystal was asking him if he would be willing to switch spots with me, although she wasn't sure because she had her headphones on. I do not know what came of the situation other than Nicole thought he said he wouldn't mind, but I am afraid to get my hopes up too much. I think Wendy will definitely try to get things changed for me, though. I honestly do not want to quit my job. Never in my life have I had a job that I wanted to hang onto until now. But being relegated to the outer darkness is very depressing, and if I am doomed to stay there, I will quit sooner than later. I may wait until the new people are trained and then give my notice, which should be a little over a month from now.

I have no idea if it is hormones or just my personality, but I really hate feeling this way. 2019 has not been a kind year to me. It has been unkind to a lot of people, and I know a lot of people have bigger problems than I do, but I am ready for 2020 to get here. I pray that the end of 2019 isn't as horrible as the beginning has been.

Rio is Home!

And I am in love! <3 <3 <3 He is super sweet and smart. He already flies to me when I call him (and often when I don't, lol). He follows me around the house and lands on my head. When we first brought him home, he wasn't quite ready to come out of his cage. He hissed at me and gently grabbed my finger, so I let him come out on his own. From that point, he just flew between my and Dan's head. It did not take him long to feel comfortable with us. I did not introduce him to Bubo until yesterday, and it did not go well. Bu just wants to bite him. I have been keeping them separated because Bu will not leave him alone. He is the most high-strung bird I have ever had. In the five months I've had him, I have never felt love toward him. In fact, he has made me cry more often than given me feelings of affection. I hoped that Rio would give him the companionship he was missing and mellow him out, but I do not think it is going to happen. I know these things can take time, but Bu's personality is what it is, and I realized just how bad he is after bringing Rio home. Dan suggested that we give him to someone who wants a breeder bird, and Dan is always one to give the benefit of the doubt. Sadly it is something that I am seriously considering, and I do not take decisions like this lightly. I love birds with everything in me, but Bubo is just a really bad biter and he rarely just settles in without using his beak to inflict pain. We call him Dracula. I have three days off work, so I am praying that a miracle will occur. If not, then I will start looking for a new home for him.

In other news, we took the new camper out last weekend. Everything went pretty smoothly, which was very good for Dan because he needed to build some confidence. The truck pulls it really nicely, and I think it will be pretty easy to travel with it.

There are lots of windows for the birds to look out of. We are planning to convert the sofa into a bird cage area eventually. We are going on another short camping trip this upcoming weekend; it will be Rio's first camping trip. He seems pretty laid back, so I am hopeful that the new environment won't rattle him too much.