And On the Work Front, In a Strange Turn of Events...

A few days ago, LEL invited me to her temple for Rosh Hashanah servics. Last week she was on vacation, visiting her son and his family in the midwest. She was present for her grandson's birthday. Since coming back this week, she's been very nice to me.

Not that phony niceness that I hate and can't help but react poorly to. But honestly nice. Internally I am cringing, waiting for her to get upset for not complimenting her necklace or something else equally ridiculous, and go back to hating me, and sighing dramatically any time I talk to her.

Meanwhile, I'm nice to her in kind. Today I stopped by her desk, thanked her again for her very generous offer to take me to her temple, but said I wouldn't be able to attend. I explained that I'm having some roommate drama, and really need to be in the city to look for new housing. She seemed to understand and took it well.

Later this afternoon I was looking through the Cowboy's files at Tuna's urging, and LEL literally RAN down the hall to me. LEL does not like for anyone to touch her files. We have been through this before, and Cowboy has told her she MUST allow other people to get files from the cabinets. LEL and I have agreed that I can take files out, but will not put them back; LEL wants to put her own files back. I'm perfectly happy with this - less work for me, right?

So I explained what I was looking for. LEL gave me the file I needed, and then reminded me not to re-file it, but to put it on her desk when I was finished. This was all a very pleasant exchange.

Bizarre.