Friday things.

There was a woman on the train reading a fairly large (and purple) book with the giant title written across the front: The Silent Orgasm! I wondered, was she having one right now?

After I wrote this the other day, you can imagine my shock and suprise when yesterday my boss asked if we could have a brief meeting today. Um, I guess so? Even though we've never done that before? I am so nervous! Wendy pointed out that they probably wouldn't schedule a meeting to FIRE ME, but I am still nervous. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? And why do I always expect the worst? I guess so I won't be let down if it turns out badly?

Wish me luck. I feel sick.

UPDATE: So, they are renewing my contract as much as they can which means until March 2nd (my mom's birthday! Lovely!) and then I will be jobless. It could have been worse, they could have said "You're out TODAY!" and at least I have 5 weeks to find something else. Know of anything good?

Phooey.

Comments

[citywendy]

Good luck! I'm sure everything will be fine.

[mereubu]

Reading about The Silent Orgasm while taking a sudafed just made me laugh so hard that I shot water out my nose. This will doubtlessly do more for the congestion than the sudafed.

Must share with coworkers. Good luck with your scary meeting, dearie.