I usually get nervous when dealing with confrontation - as Anthony will attest to. It's not that I'm scared but I start to panic, worry, and then just go a little batcrap crazy...and obsess over the situation.
Oddly enough, I have a meeting tonight that I'm sure will be interesting and I'm to a point of - in the infamous words of Kat Von D - DILLIGAF. That's right - Do I look like I give a F***?
There is a time and a place for drama - it's place is on stage at the Imperial Theater. As far as my world goes, it can go somewhere else because I'm done. I have yet to ever give credit to people who cannot explain, at least via e-mail, what is wrong and will not start now. I don't do passive-aggressive, I don't accept threats, and I certainly don't laugh off things I find important.
The crappiest I felt in the past two weeks is when I doubted myself - and instead of dealing with something I took seriously, I laughed it off. You know what - My big girl panties are back on and I think it's time to set things right again.