go figure: Prom Queen

Don't ask me how life works. I went in this morning shaky and anxious, convinced I would lose my job any hour. Then I proceeded to have an absolutely wonderful day.

Maybe it was because I'd only had three hours sleep. Or soaked up wisdom from a heady psycho-Buddhist self-help book I read instead of sleeping. Or gotten excited about my trip to NY tomorrow. Or maybe it was because I had just stopped caring so damn much.

It didn't hurt, of course, that I got a call and email from a recruiter from Adobe for an editorial management position. No, that didn't hurt a bit.

There's something of a relief when bad things actually happen. Like, people don't all like me. (Oh No!) The reality is not nearly as bad as the fear of having people actively dislike you.

It reminds me of the first time I rode a motorbike. It was in Thailand, and traffic was hairy, and I was convinced I would be killed because, you know, poeple get killed on motorbikes all the time. Then I laid it down on a gravel-strewn hairpin turn. And it really wasn't that bad. It wasn't nice -- I had a nasty road rash. But the lady at the roadside shop fixed me right up with bandages and antibacterial. Evidently it's a popular place to wipe our.

Here's my day in a nutshell. 1: The marketing dept went to an All Hands meeting in San Rafael, except new people like me who figured they could call in, which we couldn't (oops) 2: no one came back from the meeting because it's Friday 3: My archnemisis held a meeting, ostensibly to tell us about things they way they really are and should be on the web site, according to her 4: she made the mistake of inviting impartial outsiders, who were interested in my ideas about packaging and handling content and creating pathways with a strategy behind them
5: I had way more fun than my archnemisis did, because all her friends were gone and mine were around, fun, friendly, and loud (HA!) 6: the archnemisis caved. It was a little sad. She talked about how she didn't like working in a stressful environment, with tension. Can't we just get along sort of stuff.

My cohort thinks perhaps the archnemisis is not behind the smear campaign. I'm not convinced.

Well, here's life in corporate politics/court intrigue. I'm sure next week it will change. For now, I'm going to stick with not caring so much and see where the cards fall. Toodles!