This week is the annual meeting for my company and its member companies. Strange sentence I know but it basically means that I work for an association and every year we have a big meeting in the fall. Before the real serious worldwide flu came along we were getting over a thousand people at this thing and we are slowly on come back. Should be between 750 and 800 by the time it’s all said and done. I tell you this as background for why I find myself jammed up this week.
In my previous jobs with this company I was a part of the meeting, sometimes presenter, and there to hang out with my friends. Now I am part of the team that puts it on and a lot of the pressure falls into my considerable lap. This is also the first year where my name is attached without an asterisk. Last year I had just taken this gig and no one expected much out of me. I had a ton of expert assistance but when a couple things went south nobody was directly disappointed in ME (including me). That same luxury isn’t available this year. No big deal, I can handle it, but whoever said to “take on things outside of your comfort zone to grow” is an asshole.
My comfort zone is a wonderful place where I do very well thank you very much. The place I worked for the ten years prior was my true happy place because I built it. Hard to have a bad time in a world you are responsible for creating… Anyway, I’m sitting here on a Friday night a little after 8:00pm getting ready to pack. My flight leaves tomorrow afternoon and I’ll be gone for 8 straight days. This really isn’t doing what I had hoped. I thought that if Is at down to type it would take my mind off of the things. Instead I find myself writing about just that because my brain can hold nothing else.
I will write from the road because I need to fill the voids with something. Waiting and relying on others isn’t my strong suite so this will be a welcome distraction. I should put a warning label on this email because typing it is boring me. Something like this may cause drowsiness. I logged on to Facebook earlier and pissed off an old friend with a snarky comment. I thought he might remember what I am like… but his response to my post says otherwise. I’ll give you the story really quick.
My friend is going through a knife fight of a divorce. They are battling over stuff that neither of them really care about but both will be damned if the other will win. I know this because I watch it unfold once a week when I tune in to the public display. I felt a little guilty watching but its like when two people are having a screaming fight in a public place. None of my business, but if it’s entertaining, I’m going to watch.
So tonights episode had him post a quote about marriage
Roses are dead, Love is fake, Weddings are basically funerals with cake.
To which I responded “I like cake.” He said some not so nice something and I answered “except that one that’s soaked in milk. Tres Leches I think its called. If your wedding had that then you’re right.” Again he didn’t get that it was me being me so I deleted the whole thing. He then sent me a message to talk but no good will come of that. I’ve got enough going on in my head right now. There’s no need to introduce an invasive species to the mix.
I did however take some shitty pictures of a cool sunrise the other day.