Elmo's World

In what was Day 2 of my failed attempt at Stay Positive Week, I tried (and also failed) to storm out of my boss's office with a "Fine. Whatever. I'll send you that email." He called me back into his office, forcing me to not cry and explain that he's a douchebag without actually calling him a douchebag. 

This all came after getting in a fight with WC (at work, about work) and HIM storming off with his papers saying "UGH! I'll figure it out and tell you how I plan to resolve it." 

Anyway, tough day.

On Day 3 of failing to Stay Positive, I had a 5 hour meeting to attend (at the request of my boss) that forced me to drive all the way to the office on a day I'd planned to work from home (I know you feel bad for me). And it was snowing and cold and gross.

After an hour of said 5 hour meeting, my boss, who was sitting next to me, leans over and whispers, "You probably don't need to be here. Feel free to take off whenever." Which my brain translated to, "You're probably not important enough to be in here. Why don't you go so the big boys can talk." So I refused to leave. Because I am a grown up.

While chatting with my sister on IM about how evil my boss is and staring right at his head, I decided he looks exactly like a Muppet. While he might have brown hair and an actual forehead, his skull is perfectly round, his nose bulbous and his eyes bulgy with... whatever assholes bulge from... ego? He is Elmo.

This discovery has made it difficult to hate him because he is, in fact, a puppet. A tool with someone's hand up his bum and no control over the things that come out of his face. So instead of loathing, which only makes me hate myself, I shall remind myself that he is filled with stuffing, silly catch-phrases, and a desire to be everyone's friend (except mine).

By hour 3 of the 5 hour meeting I decided that the dry-erase-marker induced headache wasn't worth my stubbornness and I should really just go. So I did.

Tomorrow, I swear, is going to rock. The whole day. It won't snow. It won't rain. I might have to meet with Elmo, but even though he's kind of annoying, he's fucking Elmo.

For the record, next week's goal will be to be less self-involved.