I miss updating. I miss you. It is very lonely without telling my stories to the internet, I don't know if that's sad or lucky, but either way, I have this Livejournal account just sitting here so that I can read locked entries by my friends, so what the hell, God only knows when I will actually have a computer in my house again, Livejournal it is! And guess what? No idea how to do a cut, so sorry about that if this goes long.

So I have spent the past couple of days in a state of HIGH ANXIETY!! On Tuesday, Big Boss (Male Version) said to me "When do you come in tomorrow, noon?" "No, tomorrow's a matinee day, I'm not here." "Ah, okay, on Thursday then, when you get here, I'd like to have a meeting with you and Big Boss (Female Version)." "Am I in trouble?" "O no, Big Boss (Female Version) and I have had a meeting and now we are meeting with everyone to discuss what we talked about." "Okay."

Which meant that I have been on the verge of hysteria for two days.

Now, most people would trust the answer to "Am I in trouble?" but Big Boss (Male Version) tends to hold his cards close to the vest, so just because he says no didn't mean that I really wasn't in trouble. I kept thinking that it would be awfully unfair of anyone to, if they were going to fire me, make me come in two days later especially for that, but I had a feeling that I was going to be yelled at, and who knows? Maybe fired! They could still do it, even though they were making me wait two days! Wait, maybe they were going to give me a raise? Yeah, maybe that's it! O God, no, they're going to fire me.

Yeah, so that was me. For two solid days. Have I committed even a single fireable offense? Of course not. This doesn't change a thing in my head, though. And Big Boss (Male Version) did scold me on Monday for having the box office door open and for singing.

Last night I swear I had such anxiety dreams like I have never had before. The one that is the clearest is about my telling people that Paracetamol is like the British version of Tylenol, a popular non-aspirin pain reliever, and someone else saying that no, Paracetamol was something else (a famous person? Can't remember) and everyone believed him because he was British.

I was almost comatose by the time I got to work. I went upstairs and...it was an ordinary yearly performance review. Why he couldn't have said that I don't know, but that is a very different kettle of fish than "the two bosses want to speak with you". And yes, there is stuff that they don't care for about my conduct (no more personal phone calls, the box office door must STAY CLOSED, don't talk so loud), but it wasn't nearly the scolding that I expected, and I certainly wasn't fired. Didn't get a raise either, but who cares?

This feels good. Welcome back to my confidence, internet! I have been very sad without you.

Today's horoscope:
Instead of critiquing someone's unusual methods, why not observe how they're doing it and see if you could learn something? Your sharp mind is of better use that way. Nix any criticism. Narrow-mindedness only hinders you.

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