What a day...

I blame today on the full moon and subsequent lunar eclipse. Or something.

The day started out well enough. Aside from the part where I went to bed at 4 a.m. and woke up at 6, 6:30, 8 and then 10. I don't know what the hell my problem was, other than maybe I was excited about the lunch date. And that was quite nice. That particular Quizno's has the worst parking lot designed by monkeys, but the food was good and the company was stellar. Any amount of time I'm able to spend with my special guy is great. Yeah, Jen's a sappy romantic. Get over it.

Lunch was followed by an attempt at packing, which was interrupted by me getting overly ... sentimental? Don't know if that's the word I'm looking for... regardless, my old friend, self-doubt, decided to make an appearance. Yes, life is moving along for me now. New job, new love, new place to live. Moving will provide closure. Except that I started to think about the past six years and got sad. And the idea of being out on my own is kind of scary. I'll have a roommate, sure, and I've got a great guy who I love dearly, but there's a part of me that goes, "oh shit... this really is life after marriage." I'll be fine; it was just sort of an odd thought that stuck with me for part of the afternoon. I don't have any regrets, certainly not about getting divorced. I'm so much happier now; I don't get to this spot emotionally if I'm still married. And frankly, I can't imagine life without my guy (sorry, "boyfriend" sounds too high schoolish for my tastes). Everything happens for a reason, right? If my marriage wasn't supposed to last and this is how my life is supposed to be, I don't have a whole lot to be bitter about. So OK then. That's no bitterness about the love/personal life, for the record.

Work tested my patience in new and exciting ways today. Through all of this redesign shit, all we've been hearing is about how people don't like this, or this doesn't work, or why did you do things that way? I've been through enough of these things where the stuff that's cropping up is cropping up because WE WENT LIVE WITH IT TOO FUCKING SOON. Planning? Communication? Fucking hello? So instead of ANYONE at that fucking place having one nice thing to say about any of it, all we get are complaints. I'm not asking for a lot. Just acknowledge that there were several of us who worked hard on this. And we're feeling really unappreciated right now. And when you piss me off and make me feel unappreciated, chances are, both sides will lose. If I had something else lined up, I would've walked right out of there. Want to retain employees? Learn how to communicate with EVERYONE. Don't manage with your emotions. Back your people every once in a while. Is it too much to ask that there is some kind of separation between editorial and advertising? Yes, we need to work together. But I don't fucking build house ads, OK? Just like you stupid fuckers don't write headlines and edit copy. Oh, and most importantly, DON'T GO ON VACATION WHILE WE'RE TRYING TO GET THIS SHIT DONE AND THEN ARMCHAIR QUARTERBACK FROM THE ROAD. No, really. I'll be fine.

But, I'm in a great mood anyway. I got that off my chest and now it's time for the weekend. Well, time for sleep, anyway.

Oh, and note to self: Don't order anything from Wendy's besides salads. I had an order of chicken nuggets, and I swear my stomach is trying to implode. Or something. Christ...

One last thing. If all that wasn't enough, the freakin' Red Sox swept the Cardinals tonight. Tony LaRussa looked so sad. But I am happy for Boston...