They must be after my nonexistent money. Good luck with that!
So the new kid’s idea of updating an old article is very different from mine. Which meant I let town without my Monday newsletter planned out.
Read: Still at Square One.
I went to remote in to the system yesterday to work on the newsletter. And lo and behold, somebody shut down my computer so I could NOT REMOTE IN. I called IT and they said, sorry, we’re trying but someone messed with your system.
I have no content for tomorrow. No ads, no newsletter, no nothing. And no way to get into the damn system to build one. So I either get to improvise like hell right now or go in at like 2 a.m. because I will need that much time to get it out by 8 a.m.
“Oh for fuck’s sake” is the only appropriate reaction.
Oh well. I’m still glad I left town. Even if I have to return to the same ol’ same ol’.
I have some big fat fucking work messes to clean up before Monday morning. But tonight I ate and laughed and drank and rode a tour bus around Chicago. Above is the garden at Orso where friendships were born and rekindled over tiramisu and wine.
I also spent the day with old colleagues/friends, and the night with another set. And that has energized my dead-ass soul in a way that probably won’t last past Monday’s onslaught of conference calls. But, you know, give me tonight, will ya?
So I found myself in the same room with someone, and a flood of memories came back. To me, anyway.
It’s too late and I’m too lazy to find the post. But if everyone remembers the psychotic shit who made up a fake Yahoo! address with my name and then sent the link of this blog to the higher-ups at my job at the time, well, I saw one of those people today.
The weird thing was that I still to this day had never met the guy, as he was in the D.C. office and I was in the Rockville, Md., office.
And then, a friend introduced us.
Luckily he had no clue who I was, even after I said who I used to be. But I had the unmistakable rumblings of rage when I thought of that sad sack of shit who impersonated me with the intent of getting me fired.
With any luck, a tour bus has run over his ass. Or maybe the ugly has manifested itself on the outside more so than it already had, at last check.
In any event, I squashed the hatred and befriended the guy I’d never met. And he was extraordinarily cool.
Closure, after 8 years. Feels pretty damn good.
*blows kisses toward whatever concentric circle of hell the idiot occupies these days*
But the absolute aggravation that has gone into trying to take half a day off today, with system failures and deadlines and projects and other things that I can’t traffic on a normal day, has officially made me want to never take a day off again.
Think about that for a second.
It would at least be worth if if I had managed to get everything done before I have to leave for the airport.
Sad news: Getting the news about one of the brightest stars in the field burning out and hanging up their tap-dancing shoes.
Great news: Getting proof that there’s life after working 80-hour weeks every year for 10 years in this crazy-ass field.
I wonder if, when I’m finally done too, people will regret that I’m gone or whether they’ll say, yup, she burned herself out so let’s find someone else’s hopes to destroy who’s new and young and a little too hungry and hopeful and ambitious.