I will admit it, I have been a terrible fangirl as of late. I think the last time I actually sat down and turned on a game was last week, and while I usually make a point of watching Timmy’s starts, for this past one I was over at a friend’s house defragging from the Week from Hell. When your work day is so hectic that it feels like next week by the time it’s over, your priorities tend to shift… and that was Monday. Friday culminated with having to fetch some paperwork from the executive assistant of a person who is the equivalent of God at this point in my career. Sitting ramrod-straight on the edge of my chair in that waiting room, jacket and leather executive folio placed just so across my lap, I prayed to the divine that I wasn’t sweating too much and was acutely aware that my shoes were not nearly shiny enough to be in the vicinity of someone this high up.
But I survived and, more importantly, I got the hell out of there. That was my week. And now, in baseball… Continue reading
