My Review
Mental Jukebox: Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt
The room looked empty when I peeked through the glass. Of course, I knew it wasn't. Afterall, Fiona called me just a minute before from that very same room to, well, tell me to haul ass.
I was late for my own performance review. In my defense, Big Daddy was late too. In fact, I was waiting for him to get off the phone. I think I'll call him that from now on. You like that, BG? Or should I say, "Big Daddy."
I crack myself up.
Back to the story.
I really wasn't too sure what to expect. This is my very first review. I think I'm justified in feeling ambivalent. It helped that I had one weird ass dream last night.
I'm at a convenience store near my flat, saying 'Hi' to the owners. It's like I've known them for years. Then I'm suddenly in my apartment, reading the newspaper, I think. All throughout the page was "The Pas." My brain is great. Yesterday, I was doing the National Post crossword and one of the clues that bugged me was "The ___, Manitoba." The answer was in my head, I knew for damn sure. My brain just took a while to retrieve it, is all.
So that was in my head as I entered the room. "Hey hey hey, Fiona. Wassup, girly girl? Howzit hangin'?" Okay, maybe that's not exactly what I said, but it's close enough. We exchanged pleasantries while we waited for Big Daddy. When their tag team was ready, we closed the door.
Most of the interview was a blur. There were numbers thrown about along with some nice comments about my baking, and I think someone took their pants off. Maybe that pants thing was all in my brain but there definitely was some baking talk.
It was great to finally gain some perspective and focus my mind on something. To focus myself and set a career path.
I enjoyed my review. We should do this more often. Like annually.
The room looked empty when I peeked through the glass. Of course, I knew it wasn't. Afterall, Fiona called me just a minute before from that very same room to, well, tell me to haul ass.
I was late for my own performance review. In my defense, Big Daddy was late too. In fact, I was waiting for him to get off the phone. I think I'll call him that from now on. You like that, BG? Or should I say, "Big Daddy."
I crack myself up.
Back to the story.
I really wasn't too sure what to expect. This is my very first review. I think I'm justified in feeling ambivalent. It helped that I had one weird ass dream last night.
I'm at a convenience store near my flat, saying 'Hi' to the owners. It's like I've known them for years. Then I'm suddenly in my apartment, reading the newspaper, I think. All throughout the page was "The Pas." My brain is great. Yesterday, I was doing the National Post crossword and one of the clues that bugged me was "The ___, Manitoba." The answer was in my head, I knew for damn sure. My brain just took a while to retrieve it, is all.
So that was in my head as I entered the room. "Hey hey hey, Fiona. Wassup, girly girl? Howzit hangin'?" Okay, maybe that's not exactly what I said, but it's close enough. We exchanged pleasantries while we waited for Big Daddy. When their tag team was ready, we closed the door.
Most of the interview was a blur. There were numbers thrown about along with some nice comments about my baking, and I think someone took their pants off. Maybe that pants thing was all in my brain but there definitely was some baking talk.
It was great to finally gain some perspective and focus my mind on something. To focus myself and set a career path.
I enjoyed my review. We should do this more often. Like annually.
