Aug 29 2007

I hate offices.

I’ve been dragged into a meeting today and I’m having a very hard time not feeing disturbingly betrayed by it. I feel like it’s going to turn into the “How much can we pin on Danielle?!” show, and I’m not having any of it.

At the same time, I have to evaluate how much of this is my over-active and worst-case-scenario imagination taking over. It wouldn’t be the first time.

But I know this group. And, I guess, I ultimately don’t completely trust them.

I have my war-paint on, just in case.