Right before I walked in the office this morning, I had a fleeting fantasy that while I was out yesterday, my boss decided not to move my office after all (only he didn’t tell me because he wanted me to be surprised when I came in today).
No. That didn’t happen. All my stuff was moved as expected. I thought I’d get away without crying, but then my boss went for the jugular and said “How are you doing?” In the face of such intense grilling, I couldn’t hold back the tears.
Funny enough, I’m flying to NY on Sunday for a 2-day work trip (ahhh, a little jolt of feeling relevant). I will be driving to LAX on Sunday morning despite the threat of Carmageddon.
Good luck to those of us attempting to navigate around Los Angeles this weekend!!