deYarmond edison // bones
and i’m so far from not caring.
Last night, I talked to one of my best friends on the phone outside the bar. It was the kind of conversation I always dream about having - about something nice we did for each other, a long time ago.
I had a great day today.
But tonight, I found out that someone is spreading rumors about me at work. Rumors that just aren’t true, but could be seen to impact my job performance in a negative way. I had my first review this week, and it wasn’t great. It definitely wasn’t what I expected, to the extent that it could have a strange explanation. I would say that you assume you won’t have to deal with this kind of thing once you’re an adult, but I am old enough to know better.
So what do I do? Keep in mind, I work for my dad, somewhat by accident. But that does give me the power to take down pretty much whomever I want, within reason. It’s a power I don’t use, because that’s not the way I am. But it’s a power I could invoke, if I needed to. And it’s a power that makes me feel awkward.
I keep thinking of some anonymous reality show I saw where the women get in a fight, and one of them ends up yelling, “You don’t fuck with my money!” Because, step off.
So I scheduled a meeting at Brainco, in the same city as those same best friends, and I’m hoping that I wake up tomorrow and forget to look back.