I don't think travelling was a great idea for this weekend. I'm exhausted. I mean I'm really tired and I feel like I can feel my immune system failing and a sore throat coming on just for the hell of it.

Like sports finishes, I cry at stupid awards shows, too, when people win and thank their families. Fucking Emmys, for Christ's sake. But you know these people, cheesy and fake and Hollywood as they are, have worked their asses off for the entirety of their lives, and that that little statue they clutch in their hands means so much to them.

Anywho.

The board meeting was not worth the trip, and it makes me sad to not be there. But on the other hand, I am relieved and feel as though I have done as much as anyone could to facilitate a good transition to The New Girl.

While there I was told I was expected to go to the Region C reception last night. Turns out they had a cake for me and a few of them got up and said 15 minutes worth of nice things about me. I was stunned and honestly a little mortified. They asked me to make a speech and all I could think was, "I don't understand why you're talking this way about me and why it's a big deal that I did my job. And I'm horrified that you're doing this in front of a woman who's here and in taking over my position and is probably scared shitless. Give HER the cake and tell her how pleased you are to have her here, for chrissakes."

That's not what I said, but it's what I wanted to say. It was, of course, incredibly nice of them despite my still being bewildered by some of the nice things they said. I had to leave the job to be told I did it well, I guess?

Whatever, so anyway, I'm happy to be home, and happy to get to turn in another assignment tomorrow for which I may actually get paid, and that's a nice relief.

Okay, I'm rambling now. I need a syringe and a bed.

That didn't sound right.

I need to medicate and sleep.

That didn't sound right, either. Whatever, I'm going to bed.

Posted by twids at 9:11 pm