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First sort-of assignment at my new department. I have to come up with some editorial-like ideas for two particular bags. That's pretty much all I could think about since leaving the office yesterday, since I was only told about this half an hour before I had to leave for my dinner with Jerena and the rest.
What an emotional roller coaster last night was. Dinner was just lovely. It was so good to see John again. He's still adorable. It wasn't quite the complete team I've grown to love, but it felt so nice to be around them again. Reminds me of the way things were.
One of the reasons this transition to this new position is so vomit-inducingly crappy is that it's hard to maintain a positive attitude for something I have no pride in doing. It feels like shame, to be honest, that I somehow ended up as the orphaned advertorial writer. I think I can deal with the actual work just fine, once I get used to it. But I don't want to just "get used to it". That's no way to live. And I spend most of my waking hours here.
Yes, hang in there they say. I AM. And yeah, I'm probably not doing a very good job of "hanging" but I'm trying every day to change my own perceptions. Or at least see this as some kind of dues-paying period (cos you know, enjoying the psychotic workload at a job you actually like doesn't count). So yes, the obvious advice (that I am feeding myself every morning) is 'get over yourself and deal you stupid pansy'. It takes time, ok? I'll come round.
But man was last night exhausting. I wasn't sure which was going to kill me - the subject of discussion (when I got home, not at dinner) or the fact that I was having this discussion when I have to be at work early to pitch an idea that's never been in my line of expertise before. I went to bed at 3 and obviously didn't sleep too well.
Long day ahead. I better survive it.
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