I’m waiting for my brother to call, so I thought I’d write an entry.
My brother NEVER calls me, but he did today because he’s coming in town to go to this art gallery walk-thing. It surprised me, but I’m glad because I think it’ll be kind of fun.
My bro and I are not that close. At least, we haven’t really been since college. In college, we shared a car for a while until it died and he dropped out, and ever since then we haven’t really done much of anything together. Weird.
So. The work stuff. Still employed, but seemingly not for long. My 60-day follow-up was originally scheduled for Tuesday, but has since been postponed to Friday (the 24th) @ end of day. Not looking pretty, my friends.
It’s the strangest, most surreal thing. I have NO idea where I stand, as I’m still involved in projects, still getting urgent emails–even over the weekend, still working my ASS off. I know, they will let me do this to the bitter end. In fact, still getting positive remarks from my boss.
Boss acts as if nothing is happening. I have done everything she she’s been asking for and then some. BPP has been involved sporadically, and I’ve gotten good and bad feedback from her. She’s a freak anyway, so does that even count?
AND…Red-headed Cindy does NOT want to replace me if/when I go. She is making that VERY well known. I mean, who really wants to be in the HOT SEAT all the time? She comes to my desk and says in a very loud voice, “I loooooove working on [her job stuff]!!” so that Boss can hear it clearly.
Nobody wants to work for her.
Right. Bottom line, even if by some crazy miracle I don’t get shitcanned, I want out. Out. Out. O.U.T. This is ridiculous and insane.
It’s definitely time for a sabbatical. I want to go somewhere for a while. Where should I go?
But first, I want to do an overhaul on the loft. I KNOW I’ve been saying that for months and months (well, almost a year now since EXMS moved out).
Change. It’s constant, that’s for sure. I am scared, oh yes I am. But I’m kind of looking forward to it. I guess the scariest thing is that I don’t know what I want to do now. Seriously. NOT the best of times to be saying that, but I truly don’t know! I know what I have done, and I know what I’m capable of, but I really have a bad taste in my mouth for this industry right now. At least the side of the industry that I’m currently on.
And a super bad taste in my mouth for the personalities on this side of the industry. Somebody told me to write a book, but it’s already been done.
OH, speaking of what would make a crazy book, remember Anthony the Shirt Ripper? He’s been texting me again, did I tell you? So it appears that things didn’t work out with his latest conquest (or whatever), so he’s coming back around, and while somewhat amusing, I’m not biting right now.
Okay, I have sent him some friendly texts back over Easter stuff, but earlier this week he sent me this little gem (drunken, I assume): “Will you come over and give a massageg [sic]? I need one, and can’t reach.”
Pretty, no?
What else? Ahhhhh yes. Rejoined my old gym this morning! I was missing those goooooood, super sweaty, hard-core workouts of yore. I wasn’t getting them with my new gym (at least wasn’t finding the right classes). So now I have two memberships. This will come in handy when I have some free time on my hands in the coming weeks.
I walked into class this morning and saw all of the old peeps I hadn’t seen in almost a year. It was as if I’d never left. Even had my old spot!! The only thing was, some people asked how the wedding was. Yuck. But not really painful to say it didn’t happen.
Life is weird.
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