Well, I continued to ride the wave of the success of Fridays presentation for oh, about three minutes at work today. Then I was buried in e-mails, photos, and sketches. And now everyone wants everything .now! To top matters off, I think one of my teams has been asking me to do some things that are above and beyond the call of duty and I mentioned it to my VPs in a meeting this morning, and now this particular team is going to be asked not to ask me to do these things, and theyre gonna be pissed. Make sense? Eh. See, I am so afraid of pissing people off that I will do everything humanly or inhumanly possible to get the shit done while screwing myself over in other areas. Like, my main JOB! Gotta figure this out. Because thats one of the things that messed me up in my last job. And you know how unhappy I was towards the end.
My company has branches in Europe, Asia, and South America, and theres a big pow-wow in Brussels next month. Ive been asked to give a presentation! Im excited and really nervous all at the same time. Itll be basically the same thing that I did on Friday, only I want to try to dress it up a little bit and give it more umpff. Because the European team is a little more umpffy. Ya know? HELP!
I really hope we dont go to war before then. I dont feel comfortable being a US citizen abroad. Which reminds me. I need to find my friggin passport. I lost it around the time I finally found my drivers license again! Shite. If it isnt one thing, its another with me. At least I pass for European. I have a very European look: pale skin, prominent nose, blue eyes, small mouth. Whatever. Im sorta making shit up. I just know that when I stayed in Belgium for six months I was frequently taken for Dutch or German. Heres hoping I never have to open my mouth except to give the presentation. I always have to play apologetic American whenever Im in Europe, and I know sentiment probably wont be as forgiving now.
Havent been to the gym in like, forever. Need to realllllly badly, but I also have stuff to do around the apartment before Canuks visit. Yesterday I got a ton of stuff done in the little bathroom (café curtain, shelves, pix on the wall, little extra touches here and there that no one will ever notice but me). So I get squishier and squishier while my place gets cuter. I dont know if its such a great trade-off. Cuz Im sure Canuk is going to pay more attention to my squishy naked booty than the cute satin ribbon that I tied around the stainless steel basket on the shelf above the toilet.
Finally broke down and made dinner reservations for Friday night. I dont know why I waited so long. Now we will be eating at 10PM because it was the only time the restaurant had available. But I suppose if he flies in at 7, we wont be ready to eat until then anyway by the time I pick him up and get him home and ready to go out. We can always have martinis for an hour beforehand anyway.
Then .what the hell am I going to do with him the rest of the weekend? Why am I just now really thinking about this? Although I could probably be very happy just spending the weekend inside and alone with him, I know hes an out and about kind of guy even though he told me that he just wants to spend time with me. Plus, hes allergic to cats!!! Dont stress. Dont stress. This should be the very least of my worries.
Ack! He just called!! And now I feel the pressure because he asked me about what were going to do but then told me not to stress out about it! And I jokingly mentioned that it is V-Day weekend ..and he asked me if he should get me something! I emphatically said NO! And then he asked if I was playing the Dont-Get-Me-Something-Even-Though-I-Really-Want-You-to-Get-Me-Something game, and I told him NO, BECAUSE IM NOT GOING TO GET YOU ANYTHING!! Sheesh!!! Could he come on a more awkward weekend?
Well, I better go for now. A few things to do and then Im going to hit the bed. And stress.
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