hysan

So, I learned some things this week:

I know less than shit about how to juggle three new direct reports at once, along with two temps.

Honesty is NOT the best policy. Don't listen to what anyone else says.

I've suppressed for the last six years the fact that I've been in love with my best female friend Melinda, and only just dealt with it this past Wednesday. (Of course, all my friends, my gf, half of Melinda's friends, and apparently the entire city of Chicago has known)

This, of course, means everything about our friendship must change ASAP, including the close physical contact. Which, frankly, I can live without.

Sometimes change really IS for the best.

Just listening rather than giving advice is really all I plan on doing for the rest of my life.

I'm split down the middle, conflicted.

There's plenty of guilt to go around, so why should I hog it all.

That cynical shell I present to the world isn't me. The real me is what I used to be like as a seven year old kid. Which explains my emotional immaturity.