The wet dildo of reality, part trois
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.