Jul 03, 2010 04:12
I have no idea how many days I have been here. The sun doesn't set, and I have gotten to the point of it doesn't matter.
I am still PMSing, the good and bad of it. I am trying hard not to be sensitive. My job is to not be in the "in" crowd. I am the liason between US and Sweden/IFAF/LOC.
I don't get to hang with the players, some of the managers hate that I have control of their schedule, no matter what I say it is wrong to someone.
The team has gotten out of the International BBQ tonight, but myself and the other CMD might have to go. It doesn't matter when the game is over I don't have any one to party with anyway.
I guess I am just feeling lonely, tired, sad.
Every time they play the national anthem on the field I remember how proud I am to be and American Woman.
But on down time I just can't stand myself. All the other couples are out sight seeing, walking in the gay district.
Pride starts I think today. I would have no problem walking any place in town alone
I might go read in the park for a few hours and get away from the hotel and these people that I can't talk to anyway.
I think this has really killed football for me.
The huge possibilities that are there make me want to try to work thru it. The connections I have made tonight are awesome.
The drama is so unbearable that I can't talk to any of the other managers or staff about it.
Every one of them is subject to kissing my cheek and stabbing me in the back.
On a good note.
My hair loves swedish water.
I lost my shampoo and conditioner sometime between my last room and sleeping in the equipment room.
I bought only a shampoo because that is what I could afford. mostly no frizz, actually the curls are all soft too.
Going to drink more water and go to the park.
next time you hear from me will be after we win the Gold