October 10, 2001

Whupped.

prev home mail archive next Day 6 of The Great Writing Experiment Location: My desk at work. Time: 3:00 p.m. Note: I know I'm not going to have the energy to write tonight at home, like I planned. Momentary Thought Oof. Buffy. It would suck to feel like that. (being vague for my fans who haven't seen the second episode of this season yet) High/Low High: Financing went through on the truck, so we get it this weekend! Low: Having to *wait* until this weekend. Current Obsession TruckTruckTruckTruckTruck Grin Source Somebody tell me a joke! Singing Nothing. A Year Ago More or less Just some stuff. Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes

Being on the radar screen of an AcronymCo Vice President has it's pro's and con's. On the one hand, he personally scheduled this meeting for me, invited all of his staff, and made attendance mandatory. On the other hand, they are one tough crowd. I presented my deal, and was alternately told "good job" and then harassed about what I was going to do about this, that, or the other thing. I left the meeting feeling rather wrung out, and that was three hours ago. TV and remote control, here I come. So, I'm visible to the muckety-mucks. Good, if I do a good job. Bad, if I screw up. I live in constant fear of screwing up. I may complain about my job, but being gainfully employed is appealing to me. A plus is that my manager attended the meeting, and took the time to stop by my desk afterward and tell me she was impressed with how I handled myself. That can't be bad, since it's review time around here. I probably won't get a raise due to market conditions, but I'd much rather do without a raise than do without a job. AcronymCo has so far managed to avoid layoffs, and I pray that continues. I've been very, very lucky thus far, and it's good to remind myself of that every now and then. I dressed the part of High Power Presenter today, and wore a black skirt with black blouse and black suit jacket. I had to field questions of "Got an interview?" or "Who died?" all day. I guess it is a big deal to get dressed up when one tends to wear jeans every day. One guy (a fatherly sort, he must be nearing 60) told me that it had a very slimming effect. This after he told me yesterday that I was chubby. Taking the sweet, and leaving the bitter, outta that one. Humph. 5'4" and one-hundred-mumble pounds is *not* chubby. It's comfortable. It's festively plump. It's non-starving. It's bullshit. I'd love to be a waif. I'll have to settle for normal, I guess. Anyway, the presentation, and preparation thereof, has left me pretty drained. I really don't remember feeling this tired in the middle of the day in a long time. Except last Sunday, but that's because you're *supposed* to nap on Sundays. It's a rule, or a law, or something. So I'm slacking off on this entry a bit. Here's some other sources to keep you entertained: Go cheer up Viv. She's my friend and it is a Very Bad Thing when she's bluesy. Shelley's got up one of her not-often-enough entries. Go check out the collab contributions at On Display. Dawn is always entertaining. You know, if you *like* laughter. Or, you know, you could always Toot!