In case you missed the posts, the past couple of days were an emotional train wreck. As I explained to Sarah yesterday, I’m really horrible at hiding my emotions. That’s not really a problem, until those emotions are less than chipper. I’ve been really bad about the negativity this year with all the changes at work. When I swing toward the negative side I feel obligated to try to hide those feelings. It never works. In fact, it usually backfires. But I make the attempt anyway. Yesterday was one of those days.
When I finally got away from work and could process the feelings [read: cry openly] I felt a little better. I was laying around in the dark from about 11:00 on trying to convince myself I was tired enough to go to sleep. I was talking with Steelo about my scheduling nightmare of the day and he asked if I’d be awake at midnight because he was anxious to give me my birthday gift. Most of the time I lose the battle of being awake vs. zonking out asleep after 11pm. Can I note that I love that so many of my friends strike at midnight? It’s awesome. Anyway. He wanted to email me my gift at midnight despite thinking [knowing *cough*] that I wouldn’t be able to sleep when I saw it. The email popped up on my phone. It’s an imagine and a note that instructed me to read the fine print, because that’s kind of the most important part. I saw this picture, a list of alum who would be at the event and the fine print that says, “A day switch already arranged.”
I burst into tears. He explained that he spoke to our mutual friend Phil, and Phil agreed to pick up my shift so that I’ll be able to go…I cried some more. Between the shock/surprise: I was speechless. Thanks a lot for making me cry on my birthday, boys! Gah!
I knew this event was going on. A couple of my tumblr and real life friends have tickets. I couldn’t even think about wanting to go. You know there’s something wrong when I’m no longer up for a scheduling challenge. I’m a creative scheduling ninja. But at the moment I can’t do it. I just can’t. I’ve written before that there are only a handful of people on this Earth who can hijack my time and I won’t question them at all. Stiles has been among the people allowed to do that since I met him. It shouldn’t come as such a surprise when he does it. And to arrange the scheduling too? He gets me. If I ever take it for granted, please, someone smack me.
There were other birthday things that happened, obviously, but this is the one worth it’s own post. I can’t freaking wait.