Another day, another day with my job.
Guess what? Remember Boss Party Pants? She’s my boss’s boss. She’s the one who I used to feel obligated to go drinking with? Yeah, she was supposed to give a presentation today about a trip she took to Brazil a couple of weeks ago.
Instead, she’s on emergency medical leave this week. It’s gotten dire. Boss and I think she checked herself into rehab.
And I guess when the functioning alcoholic goes dysfunctional and STILL has a job, I’m safe for the week, anyway.
No idea what happens after that.
Had a big departmental pow-wow today. The big-guy head-honcho told us all to STOP WORRYING and FREAKING OUT about our jobs. That we need to put all of our focus on getting the best product out there.
On one hand, it’s good to know that I’m not alone in my worrying. On the other, I’m still WORRIED!
This is getting old. And annoying. I’m exhausted.
I’ve taken one day off in the last month, and that was Saturday. V-day. I went to the movies…..with EXMS.
Don’t. Shoot. Me.
I’m sleepy now. Going to bed. G’nite.
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