I Need a Drink

I didn’t anticipate my day going this way. I thought it would be much smoother, but it was riddled with pseudo-drama and I just wasn’t ready for the stupidity. Getting here this morning at 10 and finding the door to my office being closed still was my FIRST sign of a bad day ensuing. Of course, it’s my fault for not remembering that K was gonna be out today for his appointments. No idea where Gi was but she texted me later. So I relaxed back into my chair thinking, it might be an easy going day because I did what work I WOULD be doing in the morning from home last night. I felt all high and mighty when I got a “Where is ‘this’?” email from one of the head honchos and I was like “Here… and it’s been there since yesterday. Refresh your page *beeyotch*” (the beeyotch was silent). But just feeling like I was on my game. Then I get a call from the GM – “Vic (he never calls me that so now I’m all nervous) I need to see you, ‘at your convenience’.” I learned that lesson from him before. He doesn’t mean it. It means NOW BITCH. LMAO! Last time he said “at your convenience” I didn’t come through for like… 2 days. It wasn’t convenient yet. And he tore me a new one. “I would think the GM of the company asks to see you… you would WANT to make it convenient.” Nice. He needed some journal ads done. (out of the scope of what I do… but am I supposed to say no? Of course not.)

Sit back down for all of 30 seconds and had to mill around some more. Getting papers from here, approvals on that, shmooze with this one… convince that one about what they’re doing and how it benefits the company. Had a SUCKY lunch, so now I’m starving. Got tickets to this VH1 Save the Music thing tonight that I’m not even going to attend and I feel like I can’t even GIVE the tickets away, because of course, I’m the ONLY one of my friends whose schedule is completely NOT committed! Then the piece de resistance… one of my bosses is leaving. Which means for her… freedom. Which means for me… new boss. Gotta shine up my shoes and do the “I deserve to be here” tap dance so they don’t “fire” me. New person to impress. And NO advancement for me. I gotta get outta here. Today, and forever.

And I need a drink when I do.

On a lighter note… I was thinking… There are certain poets and writers who freeze time with the power of their thoughts. Everything stops and the only motion that measures seconds and minutes is the distance between their words. With every word that passes, you draw closer to the page or the screen hoping your proximity will enhance the experience. Unfortunately, you can never get close enough, so you read over and over and over hoping that each pass will emboss the story onto your soul so you can retell it to yourself in moments of solitary. And you exhale when it’s done because you’d been holding your breath the whole time. You didn’t want ANYTHING to interrupt that ecstasy. Not even the breeze of life from your own body, where you realize both hands had cupped your mouth as you read, riveted. Ultimate, the final breath is a sweet release so much so that you collapse backward in your chair, eyes closed and relive the story in your mind.

These artists are few and far between.

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