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 For reasons that are myriad and complex, today was a hang out with myself day.  Maybe too much peopling over the last few days or a build up of anxiety from crowded venues and being back at work.  Work is turning out to be a challenge for me.  On one hand, I'm eternally grateful for the opportunity to continue at part time - keeping my benefits, making an excellent salary, and balancing my life.  On the other hand, I'm in a role that has me a bit confused and feeling occasionally slighted.  The company clawed back my salary when I came into role and then it's 30% of the claw back - still a very good income for this role - but I feel somewhat slighted knowing what others were making and already, four days in role, being told "well, you could probably do that".  Yes, I could.  But the person making manager money should be doing it, not me.   Here's a scenario - We have project documentation and a project plan.  The project plan, done...

 Today, as I was having dinner or lunch at the CNE with my husband, I saw a text.  To be fair, I was in no mood for said text - it was hot and crowded and I had a puppy with me, and I would have rathered gone back to Durham and spent the 45 dollars there on something better than a messy sandwich.  But it's a tradition to go to the CNE, no matter how painful and boring and crowded it is.  Sometimes, and this is horrible, I keep a list of things I won't have to do once Bob is gone.  The CNE is on the list. The text - "can I pick up the canoe today?". Um..  our canoe? The canoe of my children's childhood - the one lugged around on the roof of a neon, a saturn, and a carvan?  The green loveliness that is captured in pictures and memories, that was stable and smooth?  The one that has been laying in the back behind the shed since Jordie and Ben dropped it from their car onto a busy road, unsure if it still floats?  Yes. "you're getting rid of it?"...