Incredibly busy week ahead. Presenting the results of my department’s last three major projects to my boss, my boss’s boss, and my boss’s boss’s boss at the executive meeting on Wednesday. More importantly, getting a facial on Tuesday, a mani/pedi on Thursday, and a blowout on Saturday morning. Ok, my nonchalant attitude towards my pending presentation is perhaps a tad exaggerated. In fact, it’s all an act. I haven’t slept soundly in three days and I get nauseous every time I review my notes. Which I do every fifteen minutes. But, I’ll be fine…just fine…everything’s fine. And it will NOT be a complete disaster and I will NOT get fired and Colby and Sophia will not laugh and point at me as I’m escorted out of the building by security.

Seriously, what kind of company schedules a big, terrifying meeting the week of Valentine’s Day? It’s inhumane, I tell you. Cruel and unusual, to say the least.