my bosses are in a meeting conspiring to keep me here late tonight
I have a chance to write to you know, because I'm waiting to hear how bad the prep will be for tomorrow's big meeting. There's nothing I can do now, but wait...
Sunday wasn't all that bad. It is just a shame that I won't get paid for six hours of work on a day I'd rather be laying around on my couch in my underwear and sweatshirt. There was something almost nice about it. It was only me and the three top bosses. I felt like we were really getting our hands dirty in this project we are supposed to present tomorrow( well, they are supposed to present). Since, none of them had any idea how it was supposed to look, I had just as much input on things as they did. It felt like we were in it together. The feeling was really like what I remember trying to race to a deadline in the school newspaper office in high school. Being in the building after everyone had gone because what you had to do was important, or felt important at the time. It's sort of sad to think that one of the happiest times in my life was being editor of my high school newspaper. I liked being groggy during class because I was up all night, I liked having blue pencils sticking out of my hair. I liked commiserating and being excited with a small group of people about our capacity for success and our achievements. I liked the hurdles we met, and overcoming them. I liked how close we felt. Also, I remember wearing a lot of polyester then. I like the way polyester felt too. So,anyway, I have to say: honestly, I loved working on Sunday, I just hate working the rest of the week.
On Saturday I met Carl of Baltimore and Liz. I just wrote three sentences and deleted all of them because I'm a little worried they'll think I'm nerdy if they read my internet journal gushing about how I thought they were cool. Ah Hell, I guess I've done it now, haven't I? But the point is, that we had an awesome time at the Slotracer show.
I can't wait for this presentation to be over. Directly afterwards I'm going to go to the blogger happy hour (organized by epiphany) I'm really excited because the bar is right near where I work, so it will be immediate gratification....
I have a chance to write to you know, because I'm waiting to hear how bad the prep will be for tomorrow's big meeting. There's nothing I can do now, but wait...
Sunday wasn't all that bad. It is just a shame that I won't get paid for six hours of work on a day I'd rather be laying around on my couch in my underwear and sweatshirt. There was something almost nice about it. It was only me and the three top bosses. I felt like we were really getting our hands dirty in this project we are supposed to present tomorrow( well, they are supposed to present). Since, none of them had any idea how it was supposed to look, I had just as much input on things as they did. It felt like we were in it together. The feeling was really like what I remember trying to race to a deadline in the school newspaper office in high school. Being in the building after everyone had gone because what you had to do was important, or felt important at the time. It's sort of sad to think that one of the happiest times in my life was being editor of my high school newspaper. I liked being groggy during class because I was up all night, I liked having blue pencils sticking out of my hair. I liked commiserating and being excited with a small group of people about our capacity for success and our achievements. I liked the hurdles we met, and overcoming them. I liked how close we felt. Also, I remember wearing a lot of polyester then. I like the way polyester felt too. So,anyway, I have to say: honestly, I loved working on Sunday, I just hate working the rest of the week.
On Saturday I met Carl of Baltimore and Liz. I just wrote three sentences and deleted all of them because I'm a little worried they'll think I'm nerdy if they read my internet journal gushing about how I thought they were cool. Ah Hell, I guess I've done it now, haven't I? But the point is, that we had an awesome time at the Slotracer show.
I can't wait for this presentation to be over. Directly afterwards I'm going to go to the blogger happy hour (organized by epiphany) I'm really excited because the bar is right near where I work, so it will be immediate gratification....
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