It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine...
Who needs CNN Headline News (or Fox News, for that matter) when I have friends like mine?
...I should elaborate. But trust me, if you don't know what's going on, you're gonna be lost. I make a seemingly innocuous, off-the-cuff remark to my boss about a week ago (due to my rambling to get myself out of a situation that was unrelated to the remark). The boss relays that one piece of information to his girlfriend. The girlfriend, being a mutual aquaintance of my general social circle, attempts to verify the information with my roommate's boyfriend and one of my other friends. I start getting phone calls asking why the hell no one knew about the information. I get annoyed and frazzled.
*facepalms* Okay, I get why people are interested. But dude, you guys would have all found out in good time, or at least when I felt comfortable enough to give you the information myself. I'm actually not annoyed with my friends who were caught off guard by the boss' girlfriend. I'm just annoyed with my boss, but whatever. I should know better than to let my pronoun usage be anything other than ambiguous. Rawr.
To change gears, I've been a little overwhelmed this week. Between catering, classes, rehearsals, allergies, and trying to maintain some semblance of a personal/social life, I've been burning the candle from both ends. I literally passed out at my desk the other night, and then I barely made it through the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy! I mean, honestly. That's just craziness. This coming week should be easier, though, since I'm only working one event on Saturday (and it's a trip--yay for extra paid hours!).
I haven't even had a moment to think about what I'll be writing for the new QAF Challenge. *looks at the icon list, panics a little bit* Oh, I'll make it work, but who knows when that'll happen. I just have to make the time.
The Doff says my emoticon use has increased. I disagree.
One thing I've decided this week: happy things can still be happy even if I have no clue what the fuck I'm doing.
...I should elaborate. But trust me, if you don't know what's going on, you're gonna be lost. I make a seemingly innocuous, off-the-cuff remark to my boss about a week ago (due to my rambling to get myself out of a situation that was unrelated to the remark). The boss relays that one piece of information to his girlfriend. The girlfriend, being a mutual aquaintance of my general social circle, attempts to verify the information with my roommate's boyfriend and one of my other friends. I start getting phone calls asking why the hell no one knew about the information. I get annoyed and frazzled.
*facepalms* Okay, I get why people are interested. But dude, you guys would have all found out in good time, or at least when I felt comfortable enough to give you the information myself. I'm actually not annoyed with my friends who were caught off guard by the boss' girlfriend. I'm just annoyed with my boss, but whatever. I should know better than to let my pronoun usage be anything other than ambiguous. Rawr.
To change gears, I've been a little overwhelmed this week. Between catering, classes, rehearsals, allergies, and trying to maintain some semblance of a personal/social life, I've been burning the candle from both ends. I literally passed out at my desk the other night, and then I barely made it through the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy! I mean, honestly. That's just craziness. This coming week should be easier, though, since I'm only working one event on Saturday (and it's a trip--yay for extra paid hours!).
I haven't even had a moment to think about what I'll be writing for the new QAF Challenge. *looks at the icon list, panics a little bit* Oh, I'll make it work, but who knows when that'll happen. I just have to make the time.
The Doff says my emoticon use has increased. I disagree.
One thing I've decided this week: happy things can still be happy even if I have no clue what the fuck I'm doing.