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Wednesday, June 27, 2001

My boss just stopped by my desk and asked me if the HR lady had talked to me yet. I told him no. He didn't indicate whether or not it was a good thing or a bad thing. He just said that the HR lady and their supervisor knew about it and were going to talk to me.

Nervous.

Anyway, day's been dragging by since everything's so up in the air. if I have to keep staying there indefinitely, I just can't do it. May sound stupid, but even just thinking about sleeping there again makes me literally start trembling.

I think the place is honest-to-goodness haunted and whatever is haunting it is not happy I'm there.

No idea what’s going to happen next. Scared my Gainesville Adventure will be cut short. Scared of being a failure. More scared of what I can’t put my finger on, but that my gut instinct is tell me is wrong about that place. And when it all comes down to it, I have to trust my instincts. If I can’t do that, there’s no point in trusting anything else.

Scared, big time.

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