Or not.

This is what my week looks like:

Monday:

• Meetings from 8:30 a.m. until 5 p.m.
• Drive 25 minutes for dinner.
• Mandatory team dinner.

Tuesday:

• Meetings from 8:30 to 4:30
• Mandatory speech/reception/dinner — until 9 p.m.

Wednesday:

• Meetings from 8:30 to 5:15
• “Optional” evening event until 9:30.

Thursday:

• Meetings from 8:30 to 3 p.m. — including a 90-minute presentation by Miss Monique.

Yes, that’s right, I have to do a fucking 90-minute presentation. I’m looking at it as my annual fuck-you, I’m-capable-of-doing-so-much-fucking-more-than-you-let-me-in-this-job extravaganza. Speaking of, I applied for a few jobs this morning. It’s kind of a pisser, because most positions are looking for candidates with 2-5 years of experience and pay accordingly. I have over 10 years of professional experience. (The thought that I have been out of college for more than 10 years makes me shudder.)

On the health front, I’m only half of a train wreck now. The CT scan showed no abscess, thank God, only severe tonsillitis. The fours hours of suffering from a sore ass was worth it, I guess, as I woke up Saturday with minimal throat pain (although my ass is bruised at the injection site, as are both of my arms from the IVs). My voice is almost back to normal, although now it’s at that throaty, sexy hoarse stage, no longer froggy. My neck still is lumpy and bumpy, so I’ll go back to the doctor tomorrow about that. I am pretty weak and tired. I pretty much keeled over today and crashed for a 2-hour nap. I had no choice — the tiredness hit me like a wave. At least if this week gets to be too much, I can crash in a colleague’s hotel room for a nap — the powers-that-be can just deal. If not, I’ll oh-so-dramatically cough on them. ; )

∗ Posted by Monique on 08.20.2006
∗ My life, Work