I used to like roller coasters

When I was a kid I used to love roller coasters. We would go to Magic Mountain and the big huge wooden one was my favorite. Why can't I think of the name? Anyway, I would open my eyes and stare all around and gleefully shout with everyone else as the cart was headed up the hill. Then as it slowly started to tip forward and cross the line from safe to scary as hell I would enter this creepy meditation phase. I would close my eyes and take deep breaths and not make a sound as everyone else around me was screaming their heads off. I just held all that fear and terror inside until we were safely to the end and everyone would look at me like they thought I was weird or something.

This is what this week has felt like.

I gave my presentation on Tuesday at the convention center. Good news was that I only had to present in front of eight people. Bad news was that it was for over an hour. I was all frothy dry mouthed and wishing I was anywhere but there. It got better towards the end, but please, an hour!

After it was done I was happy as a clam. Stress had fallen away. Then I realized that me being sick last week and all the time I had put into this seminar has taken a major toll on my workload. Meaning I have tons of it. So I was in the position of working from home today, but that didn't work out. I had to call my office and say I was going to take a personal day because nothing was getting done. The coup de grace was when I backed my brand new car into my Dad's car in my own driveway causing over $1400 in damage to my car and making it my first ever claim on my insurance.

I really hope this ride is almost over, because I am ready to get off.