Other than going into deep melancholy remembering Joe*, this has been a pretty good week. I won more new business and Bitchy McSnippy can BITE IT because I rocked her world this week. I even got a "Thanks!!!" out of her. I about fell off my chair. Not to mention I was so happy that I kicked ass on that project, despite her craziness, that I was shaking and jumping around like a 15-year old girl who just found out that the cute flirt in Science is asking her to Homecoming. Yeah, that kind of awesome feeling.
So for now, I'm lead to believe that He or the universe is keeping me right where I'm at for the time being. Not to mention that I need the money in order to clean my personal house and to afford pursuing anything else I might want to do with my life/career. It feels good to just let it come instead of worrying about things I can't control. However, countdown to the Reunion is officially starting and when I get a date you can find the countdown on the "Updates" section on the right. This year is going to be crazy and wonderful. It's a good deadline to set for myself to make some serious changes.
Also, this week I talked with a good friend. Her advice was remarkable and I felt freed of a responsibility that I don't feel is going the way it should - again, thanks to some nut jobs who don't know what they're doing. So frustrating! Why do I take this crap so personally?