Jul 08, 2006 10:14
Breath in. Breath out.
I am about to get yelled at by my boss.
Tara's advice: "don't cry, don't cry, don't cry."
My boss told me she wants to "have a talk" with me in her office "about a few things." With her it means I am in trouble. The kind that merits the door being closed for volume control. My boss is your typical frosty librarian. While I admire her and learn all I can from her, I also live in fear of her. Back handed compliments, and a scolding with a smile that cuts like a scalpel are not uncommon. I am new. I am THE new person. Everyone has told me stories about being THE new person. I am so nervous already because today I leave for Boston.
What I am in trouble for I can only let my imagination tell me. I know it is any number of particular things, and then there are always the things you never imagine. I am so sensitive to this sort of thing, I didn't need this today.
I just have to keep playing Jack Johnson in my head, and think about who's arms I will be laying in tonight.
Breath in. Breath out.