Major, Major, Major

I had a major freak-out last night. And when I say major, I mean off the Richter scales. I was made aware of some information that may or may not directly affect me, and to quote my grandfather..."I flew off the handle." Lots of crazy, incoherent word combinations were spewing from my mouth; including but not limited to the following phrases: "Shit for brains." and "Fucktard." And then--the emotional breakdown hit. The uncontrollable, can't breathe, caught in a case of emotion, sobbing.

 It was lovely.

I am under a great deal of stress at work. My boss, whom I had a MAJOR falling out with, has quit. YAY! Ding, dong the witch is dead! Reality has now set in, my high has worn off and word on the street is they want to upgrade her position from her the original title. The question then arises: Am I qualified? I know I am, I have re-invented my current assignment (which, for the record, directly affects hundreds of people each day).

I've really done a kick ass job if I do say so myself. But will they promote from within? Will they think that I haven't had enough management experience?

My counterpart/friendly rival has stated for months that she would never take this position if it became available--"too much work." Well home girl has now reneged on her pervious statement. She's now making herself shine like the northern star, responding to emails with smiley faces and shit.

1.) Where was this motivation 6 months ago and 2.) Who responds with smiley faces in a corporate setting to the SVP of Marketing and Operations?

I am so lucky that I highlight my hair and take anti-anxiety medication because I would totally be confused for Doc Brown from Back to the Future at the current moment... "Great Scott Marty--the flux capacitor is malfunctioning!"

I leave you with James Blunt's take on Where Is My Mind? A.) Great song. B.) His voice = high five amazing! C.) He's real easy on the eyes. D.) Who can't relate to this tune? Enjoy!