Awaiting Your News, I Remain

I'm only going to briefly mention how heartbroken I am right now.  I gave 100% to my job while we were experiencing an unusual number of special projects, and an unpredictable period of being short-staffed.  And instead of being thanked I was lambasted during a company meeting.  A meeting that left me in tears in my office wondering what the fuck all of my efforts were for.  There were undeniable truths in what I was being told, but I was treated like less than shit, and over a week later I'm still reeling inside.

MOVING ON.

I went out last Saturday for a fantastic pub crawl.  Stan at my last job set up a crawl and I transited downtown to join in.  Stan started at 2pm, but I didn't make it down until about 4:30pm.  We met at the Beverly Hotel rooftop pub.  I never would have found it, ever ever ever.  You have to walk up 4 flights in an unmarked stairwell and emerge at the top to a patio that limits at about 30 people tops.  We all had a drink, and then it was on to the Black Bull, The Horseshoe, Tortilla Flats, Cameron House, and finally Tequila Bookworm.  That was at least two new pubs for me, and a few new brews.  It was at about T-Flats that it was becoming apparent it was a boy's night.  The server was this cute girl with an Italian accent and they all became slobbering fools.  I mean it was like hanging out with a bunch of teenagers.  And then in the C-House we managed to get six seats right up front by the stage.  Three guys got up to get the drinks, and a group of again good looking girls walks in.  And what happened next just shocked me.  One girl asked, "Are these seats taken?"  And I looked at Stan as he gazed seemingly dumbstruck back at this stranger, "No."  No?  No?  You mean the three guys at the bar aren't worth saving seats for?  What....what.....I can't even put into words.  The live music did make up for it.  I was very interested in seeing the headliners but more than that I just wanted to get out and move on to the next place which we did.  At 11:30 I hopped back on the streetcar and transited home.  Overall, it was really great to get out and explore and have fun.  But maybe next time I'll let boys be boys, without me.

Adam's leaving in the next few weeks.  I'm going to miss my coffee buddy. Mon irremplaçable amuse-bouche.  I will miss him severely.  The times have been very very good.  And I'm hoping to get a few more times before he vacates TO and the 'Saug.  I went downtown last week for a going away party.  Met some interesting new people, and had a really interesting chat with an older friend of his I hadn't seen in a long time.

If anyone is interested in my herb garden, the killing process has begun.  I'm hoping I can turn it around.  It was so lively and beautiful when it arrived onto my balcony but now not so much.

That's about all.  I'm rather emotionally drained.  I'm hoping that things can turn around this summer.  And then I can fire the missiles.