I work in an industry that is directly affected by the financial situation in the States. Over the last three weeks, 90% of our current projects were frozen. When my boss started calling individuals into the boardroom for closed-door chats yesterday, dread set in. When it was my turn, I was told that I'm safe "for now" - whatever that means. Our office of fourteen will be an office of ten as of this Friday. Of those ten, seven are partners. If things continue to worsen, the other two non-partners and I will be out the door.
So, uh, stressful times ahead?
After my horrible day yesterday, all I wanted to do was curl up with my puppy and watch Tuesday night tv (um, the Mentalist? Best new show. Hands down.) Shawn was playing in his buddy's drum clinic though, so after running home to feed Stel, I jumped on the train and headed back downtown. Shawn's portion of the show only ran for about half an hour but we ended up staying for his buddy's metal band show as well. It was my first metal show. It was strangely therapeutic, after a craptastic day, to listen to angry thrasher music. I couldn't stop giggling at the singer - his combo of shouting/yelling/barking/singing was hilarious to watch. I don't mean to sound condescending - the band was obviously talented (I have never been to a live show and seen playing that was so tight and precise) but I found the whole experience so comical.
My camera is holding my photos hostage. At some point I will find the missing cable and post pictures of the drum clinic and the ladies' night from last weekend and Stella in her birthday sweater. Until then, you will just have to picture the cuteness. I tried to get her into her Hallowe'en costume last night but she was having none of it. As soon as she sees a Stella-sized garment, she hides under the bed. I'm going to have to bribe her with liver to get her into it long enough to snap a few pics. It's a good thing she's a liver-whore, otherwise I'd never be able to get her to do anything.