I am still kind of beating myself up and fretting over Dumb-Thing-I-Did-Last-Week. The logic that I am leaving is failing to comfort me. Thus I am resulting to my “this won’t matter in 6 months mantra” even though it will be far less than 6 months. Ah well, it was a rite of passage I guess, one more quintessential “college” experience that I’ve had in my year and a half of livin’ it up in the real world. But still…it doesn’t make me feel good about myself. I am most likely taking this too hard.
Jill is dragging me to some food festival way the hell out in Brooklyn this evening, and insists I be in a good mood. This morning I was a wee bit cranky as a giant, mind-numbing project has just been dumped in my lap even though I’m on the way out the door. “I will DO the stupid spreadsheets for you if it means you’ll be in a good mood,” Jill declared.
That’s true friendship people.
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