15 July 2009
11:48 am
I hope I'm not dooming myself, but today feels like one big comedown. I worked so frenetically over the past few weeks to prepare for my presentation and now... it's over. Ali used to do marathons and she says she'd always get the blues for a week after a race. I guess this is like that. Bucept no one was standing around offering me cups of water during my marathon.
I'd love to take a sick day and just sloth it up out under the covers—maybe watch my backlog of saved True Blood episodes. But that's not
going to happen. I don't think I can afford a single, eye-off-the-ball
moment for at least the next five years (or until the economy rebounds
whichever's sooner). After all, I heart employment.
In other news, Bloke and I had a great weekend, but today he goes into
the studio to begin recording. So I think part of my poopy-pants mood
is knowing that I'll be seeing far less of the Blokester effective
immediately.
This just in: my beloved Kelly from IT forwarded me the following
email, which he received from a Corporate Account Exec who shall remain
nameless:
Dear IT department. I am sorry to say that you will no
longer be able to spy on me through the camera in my computer as I have
taped over the lens.
Sincerely,
(Kelly removed the name to protect the crazy before sending it to me). He did however, note that the exec in question has no camera on her computer.
Please find it in your heart not to judge me too harshly (I have told you many times before that I am a person of weak character and dubious morality), but that totally cheered me up.
