Friday

I’m tired of rain.

Was feeling anxious about the amount of people Scheria invited on Friday. Turns out I needn’t have worried – it was the few and the proud who actually turned up, only two of the four were current SW employees. Not sure how I should feel about that. Once I got drunk enough to forget why I was in a terrible mood, I had a lot of fun with the folks who stayed for games. I’m better at air hockey when people haven’t bought me shots though, I swear.

Reason for pre-party terrible mood: Had a cheery (seriously) conversation with my boss about my apparent pending demotion. Yeah. I’m apparently bad at my stupid, easy job.  Nearly thirty and still trying to figure out what I’m good at, if anything. I feel like the second I get my head up above the waves something always shoves me back underwater.

Not a great weekend.  And now it’s over and I get to do it all again.