It's probably a bad sign when I hear about those bloggers getting fired from their jobs and I think "ooh...those lucky fuckers!" I can totally see where that would be Worst Nightmare worthy, but the lazy, creatively-stifled bastard in me thinks that hanging around idily at home would probably be fun for a good two weeks or so, i.e. when I'd start having to worry about bill paying. Besides, I'm not crazy and haven't been slagging off the place per se just the way I feel. (Please take mercy on me, HR!) I actually think my boss would get a kick out of this, especially since it's not like she knows much at all about me after a year and change. The seperation of church and state is not a game in my world.
Wednesday, I forcibly removed myself from in front my keyboard and the fan to go out and meet my neighbors at the happy hour. Me being me (i.e. inexplicably shy and socially retarded), I got as far as the patio door before turning around and running back to the bar -- more than once. I actually ran into one of the few people I met from the hood independently and tried to encourage him and his roomie to come with to the gathering. No dice. I amused myself by standing at the door peeking and trying not to hyperventilate at the thought of saying hello when I was spotted hovering and got a convo struck up with me. And that's all it took really to make me feel okay. I can be so ridiculous sometimes. The site regulars were all totally cool and it was a good time. I definitely drank too much cider and got a little stupid as the night went on, but par for the course I guess.
Posted by Candicissima at July 22, 2005 05:07 PM