Inconvenienced...

Thursday.

I don't know what else to say.

I wish I was better at standing up for myself in matters of career and finances. But I'm not, so it's Thursday. Lunch with my boss at half past noon.

Who knows what'll happen after that?

Not me.

Random conversation with my guy that happened today a few hours after I got ridiculously upset after I deleted a long, long email draft accidentally by trying to copy and paste something while using my blackberry playbook:

him: You're not a failure, Princess.
me: Yes, I am. I screw everything up all the time.
him: You have to distinguish between what failing is and what's just a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes.
me: I got eggshell in my eggs today too.
him: What?
me: I got eggshell in my eggs. See? I can't do anything right.
him: Princess, that's not failing. That's... being inconvenienced.
me: Fail.
him: When you called me this morning, I thought the dogs died or something. You need to relax.
me: You just don't understand what it's like to fuck up all the time. Everything I do, I fuck up.
him: That's not even true. You do tons of stuff right and they're not even fuck ups, Princess. They're inconveniences. It's not the end of the world.
me: Yes, it is.
him: [laughing] No, it's not. It'll be ok.

I dunno. It feels pretty end of the worldy to me.

I wonder how many people screw up everything they do every day.

I put too much leave in conditioner in my hair after I forgot to condition it in the shower.

It's cumulative.

I hope I'm coherent for my firing tomorrow.

After the firing, remind me I have to get cereal.

And candy.

And some milk.

And flour for firing day pancakes. (It's a tradition. ;))