I'm Alive!

Well, even though everyone probably thinks I fell off the face of the planet, I actually just got the stomach flu and was crying on the bathroom floor while puking for three days. See, this is why I never go to the East Bay. I go there for three fucking hours and end up sick for three fucking days. Fuck you Berkeley, fuck you!

Anyway, I spent last weekend partying with Dan et al. It was Elyse's birthday on Sunday, we were kind of assholes about that. She wanted to go to Club Six on Saturday night and we more or less refused...and then hung out next door at the Arrow Bar while everyone else partied it up at Six (well, Dan P. was an asshole with us. So it's ok then.) Then on Sunday I ended up sleeping all day so I didn't even call her to tell her happy birthday. Ah well.

Sunday night I went to bed around 10 and everything was totally fine. Dan woke me up when he got in around midnight and I was doubled over with a stomach ache. I fell back asleep and woke up around 2, puking. Kept puking for another 12 hours. Slept for another 24. Tried eating toast, puked for another 12 hours. Finally, I started getting better on Wednesday. DAMN. That sucked.

So, here I am, finally back at work. It's kinda cool that I have such a lameass job, if for no other reason then there really wasn't even much catch up for me to do. Woo hoo. But I'm back here now, hating it as much as ever. [Note: I had this period of insanity early Thursday morning when I was really, really happy to be back at work. That period has luckily passed and I'm back to loathing every second of this miserable job.]

I had my first solo big girl meeting today with the former president of the SF Ad Club (like, when it was a real club. Not like now. Fucking fakers...) Bossman only gave me about 20 minutes warning that said meeting was taking place, so I classically strolled in wearing flip flops and jeans. Didn't even fix my hair. Gotta love it. But the meeting went really well, dude seemed to like me. He said he was "impressed with how professionally I've taken over the club" and "the quality of work I put into it." Right, I'd love for him to see me bitching to Rene behind the scenes about SFAKE and how much I hate the steaming pile of bull shit.

No big weekend plans....except going to Target!!! I heart Target so much I would marry it if I could. Although, considering corporations have most of the rights of individuals, maybe someday America can take it's corporate consumer love to the next level. I could dream, right.

So 82 minutes until the weekend. And if the last 158 minutes has taught me anything, it's that these next 82 minutes will be loooooooonnnnnnnnggggggggggg ones.