One-month Mark

Crossed it. It’s like a concrete bridge over The Endless Void; still steady, still safe, but one slip and it’s aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh…………… (hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……)

I’ve been spending the week trying to pass myself off as somehow who understood whatever the presenters said, which I probably can try if I’d exert a bit of concentration, but most of the time they lost me whenever the introductions end.

I’d nod occasionally and smile at the jokes, but inside I’m imagining scenarios where 12-footed monsters start barging in and tossing everyone around, impaling the presenter with the chair and kicking a hapless PR rep out the hotel window, while I ran the heck away.

I don’t hate anyone. It’s just so incredibly boring and, well, jargonistic (not a word).

(And I’m not exactly part of the industry. At least, the non-writing parts >.>).