It's almost 11pm.
The panic has set in a bit.
I have many wonderful friends here in New England. One thing I did not take into account was the fact that almost all of them will be away this weekend. I say this not because I want my gentle readers to feel pity for me. I say it out of frustration (and maybe a little selfishness- after all, I am an only child). If there was one weekend I need to be surrounded by lots of moral support (and alcohol*), this would be the one. The only people who will be around are two friends who are a couple (and they're leaving on Saturday). And the only other friend staying in town has a new girlfriend. If there is anything more depressing than being newly unemployed with no romantic prospects I imagine it's being newly unemployed, single, and surrounded by happy couples.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so down on myself. I don't want my(slowly growing) audience to think that I am a loser. Just the opposite. I'm dynamic, charming, funny, and intelligent (or so I've been told). I'm also good at crossword puzzles. It's just that we all have our lingering moments of doubt....in ourselves....in our lives.... I suppose that my goal from this point on (or from tomorrow at 5pm) is to make lemonade out of the lemons that corporate America has handed me.
*Let the record show that I am not an alcoholic, but there are some times that call for a stiff drink.
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3 comments:
Firstly, lemonade is extremely refreshing in the summertime. And there's this thing called electric lemonade that involves vodka...
I'm with you, babe. Best of luck with the new blog!
Hang in there. One of my favorite remedies for this sort of situation is a stack of trashy chick-lit books. I highly recommend "Pink Slip Party" by Cara Lockwood, "The Second Assistant" by Mimi Hare and Claire Naylor, Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic books (but do yourself a favour and read them in order!) and, best of all, Megan McCafferty's "Sloppy Firsts" and "Second Helpings".
Believe me... I have plenty of blog entries that are all about sitting at the bottom of a black hole.
Some of them were written when I was pretty drunk. Some of THOSE were pretty disparaging about other people (often my parents).
And, perhaps blessedly, some of THOSE I have pulled from public consumption and publishing on the 'Net altogether. Yes, it may be censorship, but is it true?
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