So (I can't stop starting this way) before I started writing my post, and after I had decided on the title, I had to decide on "bated breath" or "baited breath." I Googled and it came down to two choices...In "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, " J.K. Rowling uses "baited breath." However, in 1596 Shakespeare used "bated breath" in "Merchant of Venice." Bated is supposed to come from "abated" meaning to bring down lower or depress, so I'm going to go with Shakespeare.
Do you feel like you've gotten smarter?
Anyway, I'm sure that you've all been waiting with bated breath to hear about Sweet Pea's second violin lesson*. Her teacher was very pleased with her progress, especially with her ability to support her violin "hands free." Her bow hold is also improving and he took a picture of just her fingers on the bow when they were perfect so we could compare everything at home. I'll post the picture when he emails it. There was something about the fact that he took that picture that made me like him more. Sweet Pea also seems to like him and has started telling him really long, and kind of rambling** stories about school or TV. Unfortunately, a half hour goes by really fast, so she may have to limit her number of stories. She was really happy today and I'm hoping that we are going to have a fresh start with the violin this week. She was singing the Twinkle Variations that anyone whose ever done Suzuki will have imprinted on their brain forever, in the car on the way over today which also made me really happy. Sometimes I'm easy to please.
Moving on to news from my triangle--yesterday I thought that there was going to be a throwdown at work between R and K. I am excusing R's behavior 100% because her husband is doing worse and I can't imagine the amount of strain that she is under. K is just annoying. At BCFG we have about a million different kinds of paper and stationary, each with a specific and separate use. Stationary usage was one of the first things that I learned when I started there. I also learned what could be put directly into the drawers of the printer/copier and what had to be fed (one sheet at a time) through the document feeder. Mr. X has another big workshop coming up, so on Tuesday afternoon I was going over all of the special supplies that I needed to order with Mama X when R came into the workroom, examined the copier and started screaming at K (who was at lunch, as usual)*** for putting the heavy slick letterhead in the drawer. The slick sheets must be form fed. K was trying to cut corners and save time because she had a lot of printing. This was scary screaming. I've never been particular comfortable with confrontation and I was wondering how to sneak back to my desk unnoticed. Mama X, who has been there for a lot longer than me, looked really uncomfortable as well. R said that she was going to "talk" to K when she got back, which I took to mean that she was going to punch her in the mouth. It seemed like we were in for a serious cat fight show down. Mama X even went to Mr. X's office to fill him in, in case he was needed as the referee. But this was the throwdown that wasn't. R must have calmed down in the time that it took for K to come back because they just ended up having a slightly strained conversation.
I overhear a lot of strange phone conversations at work too. People either forget that I am there or they don't care. Mr. X got a phone call from his wife yesterday afternoon where they talked about scabs. The whole conversation was about scabs.
Weird.
*Or, more likely, you haven't thought about it at all because you have a life--it doesn't matter, I'm going to tell you about it anyway.
**I wonder where that comes from
***K, her excessive lunches, and my hall-monitor-like tendencies will be another post another day.
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