If you’re in Vegas this weekend…

Check out one of my favorite places and rock your socks off….

Thursday Thirteen: Thirteen Steps Back to Sanity

If you’ve been following me on Plurk, you probably know a little bit about the sheer hell I’ve been through the last seven days. While I’m not really a liberty to discuss any real details, know that I’m just trying to get through a day without welling up and ruining my mascara.

Now I’m trying to get by head back on straight, but like recovering from any emotional trauma, it takes time to heal. Screw the twelve-step program. I need an extra one. After all, it’s Thursday. So, here we go.

1. Shock. Oh my God. I can’t believe these words are coming out of your mouth.
2. Disbelief. You’ve got to be kidding me. This isn’t real. Where are the hidden cameras?
3. Panic. Oh dear God. How am I going to face these people? Can I hold it together?
4. Sorrow. How am I losing everything I’ve worked for in the last four years? These people nominated me for “employee of the year” last month and I got a promotion last week and now you’re telling me it doesn’t matter?
5. Depression. Obviously I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. Maybe I am just a fabulous BS artist and the jig is up. Maybe they didn’t understand what they were doing.
6. Anger. Not only did they understand, the rat bastards apparently didn’t care.
7. Conspiracy. I now see how all of this was a part of someone else’s bigger plan for world domination.
8. Disillusionment. I really thought I could make a difference. I was moving the needle. I was wrong.
9. Vengance. I’m going to find whoever is behind this and give them some instant karma.
10. Planning. Screw ‘em. the best revenge is a life lived well. I’ll find someone else who will under-appreciate me, but at least will pay me a living wage.
11. Sympathy. Those idiots, they have no idea how much they’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
12. Peace. Staying upset is a waste of my energy and is taking me away from the things that really matter – like my family. I’ll forgive you, but forgetting will be hard.
13. Laughter. Looking back, I thought that this would be the end of me. I haven’t seen anything yet. Here comes a new train of bullshit. And look kids! It’s bigger and better than ever!

Some days you’re in front of the elephant and some days you’re behind it. Hopefully I’ll get closer to the trunk again one of these days.

And now a musical interlude….