Rush, rush, rush was the name of the game today.
Was slammed at work after essentially being out of the office for two weeks. I didn’t get as much done as I wanted. Luckily, bought myself a day by just keeping my mouth shut so I could go last in a series of presentation updates. Instead of tomorrow, I can go on Wednesday. Yay.
Was supposed to meet [Athena] at a storytelling event tonight, but ended up being so rushed that there was no way we (the Bulldog and I) were going to be able to make it in time. The Bulldog and I ended up having a pretty light dinner at a new pretty awesome restaurant, and I finally told him that I just couldn’t do it anymore.
I can’t handle the negativity. I hold it in my heart. I carry it around full-time. I spend too much time journaling about it. I want very much to help, but he won’t let me, so there’s nothing that i can do to make this better.
Anyway, I said my piece. I didn’t call it quits, but at least I aired my grievances.
He took me home after dinner and we said goodnight. And maybe even goodbye.
Today is a 3.
Always,
GS
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