I have to attend a meeting in Columbus on Wednesday. Thinking about it makes my stomach hurt. I'm fearing the worst. (Not getting fired or anything crazy like that - I'm afraid they're going to be mean to me or yell at me or confuse me and make me look dumb and feel dumb.) But I've got two cute outfits to choose from for that morning, so maybe if I look good I'll feel good. Confidence is key, right?
I'm pretty sure this is the first time Jimi and I will be spending the night apart since we moved in together in July '07. That's jacked up, isn't it? Co-dependent much? (Me, not him. Though he's not too far behind me.) I'm not happy about this aspect of the trip, either.
I need to remember to take my book, plus a spare, since I'm almost finished with this one. And I already packed a sleeping pill, in case I'm just bored out of my mind and ready to give in and go to sleep at 8 p.m.
I feel unprepared and inadequate. I hate this feeling. Dumb work. If only I could win the lottery. All my problems would be solved. Except for the new problems the sudden windfall created. But I could take just as much as I needed and then give the rest away and all those problems could disappear too.
I like to daydream about winning the lottery. I don't buy tickets, though. I don't think about it.
I'm hoping I'll at least get a steak dinner out of this. I mean, if Maggie will buy me a filet, my boss should certainly be willing to.
This trip will be a dry one. My boss doesn't drink, and while it can be fun to get drunk on overnight trips with coworkers, laughing at the Applebee's bar until they close and then giggling in someone's room till 3 in the morning, splitting a six-pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade and Hostess Fruit Pies - well, my boss doesn't drink, and I certainly won't be showing my inner-alcoholic to him first-hand, alone, with no one else to help take the heat off me when the front desk calls a third time asking you to please keep it down, the guest next door has an early meeting tomorrow morning, in just a few hours, in fact.
At least, this is my goal. DON'T GET DRUNK AND SHOW YOUR ASS WHILE ON A ROAD TRIP WITH YOUR BOSS. A good goal to have. Everyone needs goals.