Hi Diary!
I just had a great weekend and am about to head off to sleep as tomorrow is Monday! And not just any Monday, but the Monday I have been looking forward to for so long as I am finally being given my first project and that is saying something because Mondays have always held a special place in my heart.
I'm not sure how or why my boss has finally decided to trust me - where and who, I know, but how and why, I'm still so confused. I was considering asking him for a minimum 1000 word answer as to why, but he reacted so poorly last time.
Instead I've decided to attack the project head-on to show the others my blatant disregard for neck safety as well as my desire to succeed at close to all costs, but not quite all costs as some costs are just too prohibitively high these days. I blame the stock market.
I had quite the weekend full of nervous pacing, followed by nervous sitting when my feet got sore from all of the pacing, followed by an amazing dinner of hard boiled eggs and celery and then a bath so saturated with Epsom salts that calling it a bath was actually completely inaccurate as it was more of me rolling around trying to get comfortable in a tub of damp salt crystals. The prophecy was correct after all.
And the creative juices were flowing as well as the actual juices as I accidentally tipped the cartons I had left open on the counter for some odd reason onto their side in my excited state. As you know diary, I just can't be held accountable for my actions when in an excited state. I just wish my floor wasn't so sticky!
I have so many great ideas! I can't decide which to pitch first. Should I go with the sure thing or the most creative or the one that may make every simultaneously slap their faces as well as the face of the person to their immediate right?
And what shirt should I wear? The power blue? The angry red? The red and blue vertical striped shirt that gives me the illusion of being a barber shop pole?
I just can't wait to march or walk or even possibly stride into the conference room first thing tomorrow as I just can't anticipate or decide exactly how I will feel like entering the room. I close my eyes and I can just picture the full conference room now. I can also picture both a half-empty and completely-empty conference room at no extra charge. I can almost hear the oohs and aahs and "good jobs" now. My ears are so ready for those sounds - I've been resting them all weekend.
I know my colleagues are excited for me to finally take the lead on a project but they have such confusing ways of showing their support. One guy, upon seeing me, runs out of the building screaming. Another guy tries to comfort me, I think, by patting me on the head and scratching me behind the ears, which I really enjoy. And yet another, never talks and only nods and winks in alternating fashion.
I don't want to look ahead, but if this first project goes well...the sky's the limit for me, diary! And yes, I am fully aware that the sky is not my actual limit as that is only an expression and it doesn't actually make any sense in reality as how well I do in my job won't make me test the vertical limits I can rise or climb.
I can just sense that this advertising company is just looking for a brand-new voice and I took vocal training for years trying to be a voice-over actor that never completely panned out as those auditions are all "who you know" and "how do you know them?" and "I'm sorry ma'am, we will have to escort you out of the building". Now I can put those multiple voice to use!
Looking at the time, I probably should go to bed so that I can be well rested for tomorrow. I need to knock this one out of the park as well as finding a nice shady spot in the park for the company summer picnic I've been asked to plan. That's right! I am on the social committee now as well, or I guess it is more accurate to say I am the social committee as no one else attends or can be seen within 50 metres of the meetings.
Okay diary, off to brush and floss my teeth and then wash my face and go to bed, only in that order this time as it just didn't make any sense last time to have to keep getting up every 30 minutes.
See you soon - wish me luck!
Rachelle
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