Weekend Wreck
Today feels like college all over again--- only worse.
One of the big bosses met up with me and appointed me to be the EIC of this upcoming R & R project at work Thursday morning. For several times I asked him how he knew that I used to write but he just gave me this big smile back every time I asked. We discussed matters for over an hour and butterflies raved in my stomach the entire time. He said that he wants me to rise and be recognized when I told him that I was happy where I was. He said that they saw a lot of potential in me and that I have yet to show more of what I am capable of doing incase I change my mind about wanting to move up in the future.
I tugged on my jacket's big green button the entire time. I knew I was ambivalent about the task. A part of me wants it more than anything and a part of me just doesn't. Of course I want the recognition, I was more than honored to be chosen to spearhead the project but taking responsibility for everything just kills me. I have enough matters to think of at home and extra work aside from work, would be over doing it--- I think.
I haven't written in a while, and I know that I'm worse than rusty. I've got a deadline to beat on Thursday and I'm all blank. I'm just glad that I have found several people who were interested to work with me. And this is only the first month of the eternity I would be spending editing and writing stuff that should be delivered at the end of every month.
I'm just really anxious to get the first issue published. That's only when I could rest my weary mind. But just like any other home tv shopping ad: "But wait, there's more!" , the project calls for a Townhall meeting in which I would have to present the newsletter in front of a whole bunch of people. I hate--- no, that's too subtle, I resent speaking in front of a large group of people. I would rather die an ugly death than do that. Anything, anything but that!
I'm a wreck and I haven't even started yet. My lucky stars are doing the right thing but heaven, or whoever's up there, help me, please!
Labels: oh the stress, work


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2 Comments:
wow! goodluck kait!
hm... i am looking forward to reading that newsletter. Ü
hehe. thanks ai! *hugz*
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