Panic at the Disco

So. So, so so.

I have this friend who may not actually be a friend after all who is being very unkind to me.  I should drop this friend like a bad habit but instead I sit around butt hurt and confused.  Who breaks up with a friend??  Jerk.

Then yesterday the president of the company came into the weekly Monday meeting, lost his ever-loving mind at everyone and informed us that anyone who misses a deadline this year is getting fired.  No questions asked.  No investigation.  No probation.  Just, fired.  I have the two biggest moneymakers in the company on my plate.  They are on time for the deadlines I was given, but now he has moved up the first one from April to March.  So there is an awfully good chance it will not be on time.  I am seriously going to start taking my personal stuff home from the office so there’s less to clean out later.  I am so stressed out I can’t even meditate.  Y’all.  What am I gonna do if I lose my job?  Well, I guess I’ll do what three million other people are doing right now.  Look for another one.  Surely with this French degree I can find….. *cry*

I have a play opening in like a week and a half.  The Book of Liz by Amy and David Sedaris.  I’m sure it will be fun, it’s a comedy, but I’m supposed to be off book tonight and I’m not.  Too busy trying to keep my job.

My friend Rachel, who is an astrologer,  told me this was going to be a hard year for me.  Next year is supposed to be better.  Which helps a little, I guess, feeling like there’s light at the end of the tunnel.  But this crap has been going on for a while now, which is the reason I so rarely update here.  Who wants to tune in to listen to someone meh it up?  But I guess people can turn the channel if they want, right?

Photo by Hatcher & Fell Photography

Here’s a publicity photo for my play.  I don’t wear the wig in the show, sorry.  I love wigs but there is an, um, unusual costume piece I have to wear that won’t work with a wig.  I look like a Who from Whoville here.  All I can say is that Hatcher and Fell not only takes great photos, they are freaking GENIUSES with Photoshop.  Look at my skin!  And my teeth!  People, let me Kate Winslet you here and assure you that I am *not* looking that good these days.  I am breaking out like a 14 year old boy and I haven’t showered in three weeks.  Just kidding.  But not about the zit part.  I look awful.  And could I please stop gaining weight?  For like, five minutes?  That would be helpful.  Look how nice I look in this picture.  Gaze upon it and know that last night, that woman had a dream about terrorizing people in a haunted house.

Can it please be April now?