The wet dildo of reality, part trois

May 15th, 2014, 1:35 PM by Goddess

There’s a weird element of friction in the air and it’s getting the best of me right now.

One person distrusts another. And cries wolf while I’m working to investigate their claims. Which, may have some merit but I have yet to find evidence of it.

Look, I try to resolve problems (or die trying) before I go public with some of them. And this is an example of something that’s not a crisis, becoming one.

In other news, a beloved colleague texted me from the city I was supposed to be in today to say hello and that she picked up my badge … at the event that ONLY I was excited about attending.

And yet I’m the only one at home. I’m not quite sure what emotion to have about that.

Someone had told me they’d make the arrangements but then when I realized last week that things weren’t paid for, it took a few days to get spending approval and I lost the only halfway decent trip price.

Even though this is generally no big deal in the grand scheme of things, it broke my heart that I wanted something SO MUCH and it all but slipped away. So I let it go.

I guess I’m glad I stayed behind because I caught a boo-boo during today’s money-making event that was easy to correct, but only someone who was staring at the screen intently would have seen it.

I also guess that I hate when people are trying to make me out to look dumb (it’s the result even if it isn’t the intent) when I am fighting with all my might to make sure this crazy adventure actually works … for all of us.



The wet dildo of reality, redux

May 15th, 2014, 7:34 AM by Goddess

Happiness is one less meeting. You should have seen the dance I just did when I silenced today’s meeting reminder for the 8:30 a.m. adventure.

I nave never been so excited to work in all my life.

If I work say 72 hours a week (let’s say), and I am in meetings 11 hours a week (let’s say), join me in my sad realization that I ATTEND MEETINGS FOR FREE.

Read: My personal time is sacrificed to listen to people talk.

Even if it’s an easy week and I work 60 hours, that’s still only 48 hours of achievement (more or less).

Now I’m depressed. Glad I did that happy dance first!