Did I mention that my co-workers rock? Work was so much fun today, simply because these guys have the best sense of humor EVER. For instance, an on-going work place joke is the "FlyBat 2000", which is a wrapping paper tube wrapped in black tape, used, as the name implies, to swat flies. Well, because it is an ever so important technical tool, today we gave it it's very own barcode and placed it on our inventory list. I just can't wait for the day when I get to get on the radio and say "Tech Services Laura to Tech Services _____; Yes, sir...can you bring the FlyBat 2000 to Shen B, please?" Hehe...sounds like some high-tech peice of sound equipment or something. Hey, we have lighting consoles called Hogs, so why not sound boards called FlyBats?

But yeah, these dudes are cool. We don't go into personal stuff much, but it's cool that they are supportive, even though most of them don't know me very well so far. And it's cool to hear the occasional vague compliment that really just makes me feel better. Especially at times like these.

But you know, things really aren't that bad. I feel about as bad now as I ever do, but even that in itself...is it really so aweful? No...it's not...it's like every time I go back to do the blog anniversary thing I keep thinking it's going to be depressing, but it's not really...I may feel like I've been hurt, and I may even feel like my self-worth has been depreciated...but I still have a sense of humor, I still have friends that I love, and I always find some string of hope to cling on to. Even today...a day that I had been dreading...I know that I won't even be so sad to cry myself to sleep tonight or anything. I guess in the end maybe it just wasn't that important...maybe it wasn't such a big deal. Maybe, for once, my sense of self-appreciation wasn't so materially damaged. And that's an awesome thing.

I'm making progress.