I don't know what I'm talking about

Man I got me some stress. All work stress, which is the worst kind because the Numero Uno reason I got into this profession was to NOT be stressed. I did it for the 9-5, quiet atmosphere, regular and steady work...and it's all out the window the next few weeks. What also blows is that the summertime is supposed to be the time we do absolutely nothing before the onslaught of a new school year. However this summer with my promotion I've been busy working on this huge presentation. It's actually the same presentation, only its given six different times to a total of 800 17 and 18 year olds. That has to be the worst age to have to present to, the arrogance is pretty amazing in recent HS grads. Anyway, writing it, making the powerpoint, rehearsing it, getting people to present it with me, and training those people on how to present to large groups has really made me stressed. I went to bed early last night but didn't fall asleep for another two hours because I spent the time fretting over a single word on the first slide. ONE WORD. Should I use that word or another or none and what does that word or another or none convey or mislead...on and on.

And did I bitch yet today about how I have to go to a conference in Anaheim where I do another presentation to another 100-150 people? And that I really don't want to go because I hate traveling? Well I hate traveling especially for work and to places I don't want to be. I have little lists everywhere on things I have to get done before I go, things to pack, work things to not forget. Barf. All for a Friday morning to Monday morning trip. Not worth it.

So how did I spend my Wednesday evening? Not working on anything I should be. Instead I spent it shopping for some running tank tops, or singlets if you have to be a douche, socks, a knee-band to experiment with knee support because my knees are very very unhappy, and Clif shot bloks. I failed at getting some body glide (lube for runners) because they were out. Then I went with Nate to get new clothes and we ended up at Cleo's watching the Cubs and Sox games and eating a late-ish dinner. Probably should have cleaned my apartment or something useful but I felt like avoiding work.

Tomorrow I'll get up early to get in my run, do the insane work thing, the insane packing thing, then get some drinks. Then wake up insanely early Friday to catch my flight.