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Will head off to a meeting with the nice HR lady and the director bossman. I hate admitting it, but I'm scared of him. It's part of why I don't want to think of it as a showdown. It'll make me angry in anticipation. And I'm not entirely convinced he's *NOT* trying to intimidate me.

Just because you're paranoid...

Way back when I used to do theatre, in another life I remember waiting in the wings during finals to do a monologue or something and someone would inevitably ask if I was nervous. Typically I wasn't until they mentioned it, and then I'd have to admit that I was. I start to get really scared when I'm actually onstage, but if I've practiced enough I can rely on that to get me through. Then I get backstage and collapse in a shivering heap.

But the thing was when I told whoever that I was nervous they always, without fail, told me not to be afraid. There was nothing to be nervous of.


Well shit.






I'll try to keep that in mind.

anyway. I'm trying to keep focus. have tons of work to get through.

At least the boy gets back in town tonight.


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