Birthday lunch.

Something positive happened at work today. It was promo chicks birthday yesterday, and the head business manager's birthday tomorrow, so there was a lunch planned for them at this chiche sushi restaurant. (for those who know me, yes...Will eats sushi now...and not just the tempura shit)

I somehow had missed the evite, and at around 10 i got an email with the list of names of those going to lunch. I was on a short list of about 10 names. The assistants, Jameson, Runner, Iret, Myself, and old national guru dude.

I had gotten a call this morning form my ex girlfriend who had an interview, and for some reason i dont know, i told her i would help her navigate the downtown SF parking situation, and drop her off at her interview, then have lunch with her. Without going into too much detail, this was a bad idea.

I told my assistant i couldnt make it. A sort of disappointment spread throughout the email chain. Once i said i was not going, some people started to say they were busy too. I immediately realized that, after Runner said he was out too, Runner and Myself are the backbone of the sales department, and the only glue keeping the department away from all out mutiny/depression/despair.

I immediately changed my plans, and told all i was ON BOARD. LETS DO THIS. FUCK YEAH!

We went to lunch, and it was great. It was all the good about TV station, all at one table. Thats when i realized the only thing i do care about this job is the people i have met, and have affected. I am praying and wishing something comes about these interviews, but i do dread the day i take Runner, Jameson, the traffic crew, and my assistants out to lunch to tell them...Loman....Out.