It was a weird day all the way around. I’ve no idea how to explain jet lag, but if I were to hazard a guess, I’d say it’s the reason I was wide awake at 5a. It was either that, or the list of things to do at work that was rushing around in my brain.

One way or another, I got to experience how very dark it is now that early in the morning. It sucked.

I was functioning fine until about mid-afternoon. At that point I could tell it was nap or die. So I napped. Kristi had everything under control, as always, which is great. I didn’t realize how great it was until I left for Australia, actually. But now I really appreciate her.

We had our regional Christmas party tonight. I made it relatively on time, which was good, because I had a meeting scheduled with Javi at 9p. I’d accidentally double-booked, and figured it was as great a reason as any to leave the party early. It sucks to go to a party and be one of the only truly single people there. Most people are either married or dating, so… It kind of leaves you out in the cold.

Believe me, the party was nice. It was actually catered, in swanky Webster Groves style. Most of the food was foreign to my lower-class palate, but I ate like I knew what I was doing, and managed to not spit out the seafood mousse that sat atop a piece of cucumber - even though it made me nearly gag.

Sometimes I don’t understand people. Most of the attendees would have been happy with nachos and dips and a really big helping of a good lasagne, but my boss had it catered anyway. I guess I’m not of the “outdo the next guy” mentality. I’ll take comfort over excess any day.

Although I was having a good time (relatively speaking) I had to rush out the door to meet Javi at Borders. That was a fun meeting, as always. I love to hear about the ins and outs of managing a band. Creative types always intrigue me.

The most shocking part of the evening was when I was offered the opportunity to manage the band. I nearly choked. It was like being offered every dream I’ve ever had on a silver platter, and it galled me to have to turn it down. I’ve hung onto my job by my fingernails, and just when it starts turning around, this.

I came home and called Jen, but she was out. So I spent the rest of the night daydreaming about what it would mean to manage a band that’s about to break. What it would entail, who I would meet, what I would do to see these guys on a major label and on tour.

It left a bittersweet taste in my mouth. Sweet that he would have enough faith in me to entrust management of the band to me, and bitter that I had to say no.

Frustrated,
michelle