I shy away from specifics regarding my job on this blog, because it would be unprofessional and security-risky for me to do otherwise, so forgive me if this is frustratingly vague, or low on that traditional Tederick.com detail you've come to know and love:

At around eleven this morning, my manager resigned. Though the breadcrumbs leading to this point were large and doughy, I was completely broadsided by this news. I'm still doing my best to process what this is going to mean for me personally and professionally, because this individual made the single greatest contribution to my development as a leader that, I think, I have ever had... and from my vantage, that journey was still miles from done. But the writer-brain is currently kicking the back of the rest-of-my-brain saying "yeah, well in the good stories, that's usually when the mentor gets removed, kiddo." So I guess we'll see.

I begged off work after lunch, went downtown for Snail and Pirates (#5). Spent a solid half hour talking to Meghan because I adore her so, and because it was pouring outside anyway, and because as of about 3:00 this afternoon I was positively made of time. Did quite a bit of utterly needless shopping - even bought the omnibus edition of His Dark Materials, which is utterly extranneous to my life, except in that I have a sick fondness for omnibuses. I fucked around on Queen Street for a few hours and was then delighted to find that on the fifth time through, I think I enjoyed Pirates more than I ever have (even though the event was painfully reminiscent of me hiding out in a screening of True Lies back in '94 when All That Stuff Went Down). The house was (largely) packed, the print was in fine shape, and the sound was cranked. I love the sweet living toes offa that flick.

Also: as it turns out, Old Monk rum is basically liquid caramel, so if you're looking for something to drizzle on your ice cream, thar she be. Selfsame rum also brought about a heady sense of glee post-Pirates wherein I burst into unmotivated laughter in the line at Burrito Boyz. Man they love me there.

Home now, and not quite sure what to do next.

"The people who love us never really leave us." - Sirius Black

"Here comes that storm..." - Me, at around 1:15 p.m. today