Is it Spring yet?

This week's Thursday was greeted with surprise. I had an intense discussion, or a yearly review, really, with my supervisor. I complained that I am not involved in enough meetings that I fell I deserve to be in. She broke down my performance of the last year and highlighted areas for improvement. I understand- I have so much shit on my plate I forget to follow up with phone calls or informing her of meetings. I get it. So this week I went "I Love Work" crazy. I write her morning and evening reviews of my day, keep a legal pad to track my tasks and not forget who called or whatever, and I can say I am sleeping better and am not so stressed after work about things I 'think' I may have forgotten. Also, instead of waiting around until 6pm to brief her like the other staffer, I have the freedom of knowing I wrapped up my daily communications within the office. Damn this post is turning out boring. I'm just excited to be more professional because I always feel like a damn kid around the grown-ups. No more!

This weekend presents itself with no solid plans. Probably an evening with Mike (MB-he drove me to Taco Bell with a serious case of the giggles and after his cousin saw my Facebook pics she said "Damn, you really love Taco Bell") Last weekend my internet boyfriend was to visit but I did not receive any communication from him. The only person to text me about VDay was Adrian, and last year all he got me was a 40. Fucker.

Also, after the vday text, he called me at 3am last night and miraculously left a message. What did he have to say to me after all our shit? "Call me back". Nope. How about " I have your Ipod, camera, and a new cell phone for you. I have $1,000 that I stole from you, and I want to give you these things before I move to Antarctica to yell at penguins for the rest of my miserable life". I would have liked that one better.

I can't wait until I have hours after work to go out and ride the trails and grid and log in the hours on my bike like I used to. Most likely I will be riding to Pops house on Sunday for laundry and family dinner. Cross your fingers and wish me the best because Arden Arcade is a BITCH.