*Let Me Out I’m Stuck

Wednesday, July 10, 2012
6:03 p.m. 

Lower East Side, Manhattan

I’m home now. Out on my balcony (a.k.a. the fire escape) overlooking Houston Street. There’s just enough room on the landing to slump into my new yellow beanbag. It’s like sitting on the sun—yeah, this was a good idea. 

I got home from work a bit early because I left a bit early because I am—what I believe to be “rightfully so”—a bit pissed off. 

Oh, I will get the work done. I will deliver a spectacular two-day, four-hour digital boot camp presentation deck that will knock their socks off. There’s not a doubt in my mind about that. But today, I’ve had enough. 

He left! My boss left. Which is fine. But it’s like, Dude, I really could have used your attention on this project. I know you didn’t read the outline I sent you…

I absolutely love my job. I am the Digital Copywriter for a major medical advertising agency. Med Men is the sexy version. My job is amazing! Except, these days, no one cares about the words. 

My boss is the VP of Digital Marketing. He is obsessed with graphic design and anything that moves on the screen. Buttons and animation. The iPad and the magic mouse. He’s a really great guy. I like him a lot. But it’s annoying to have a boss who’s not interested in reading your work. 

My boss’s boss is the SVP of Creative. He wants everything to be an app. He’s a big-ideas guy who doesn’t read outlines. He waits for a dress rehearsal. 

I was mortified at the end when they asked, “What about the Cloud?” I can’t believe I forgot about the Cloud!—I had a feeling that I missed something. But I never would have thought I’d miss something so obvious. I am humbled. 

Can you be humbled and pissed off at the same time? Because IF my boss had read my outline, THEN he would have said, “What about the Cloud?” and I would have said, “OMG, I can’t believe I missed that! Thanks for reviewing my outline. I’ll have this updated in time for our upcoming trial run.” 

But my boss did not read my outline. And today it was two against one. I lost. 

Stop. Breath.

Now, I am reprogramming my mind. Here’s the new scoop: I will deliver a spectacular two-day, four-hour digital boot camp presentation deck that will knock their socks off. There’s not a doubt in my mind about that. But not today. 

I’ll play again tomorrow. 

Thank you. Goodbye.

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Cha Cha 

Originally from the east coast, Cha Cha lives in southern California with her fiance (he’s a plumber) and their bob-tailed cat, Copper Soup.

As a woman, Cha Cha spends her time writing, reading (though not as much as she wishes she did), watching Project Runway (way more than she wished she did—especially since the show ended in 2019), trying to exercise for at least 20 minutes a day (otherwise, she won’t leave the house because she works from home), learning how to manage her money, and talking to herself out loud.

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