I apologize in advance if these posts about me adjusting to the new job are getting repetitive or boring. But it’s really what I’ve got going on right now. I haven’t been back to the Strip since I stayed there for a few nights when I first arrived in town. I went out to dinner in Henderson once with my friend Mike and his fiancee, and that was great. But my current version of “doing Vegas” is busting my ass at work and learning to make it to places like the station and the grocery store without using my GPS.
I have mentioned before that my brain has a terrible tendency to jump to the worst possible conclusion. That happened again this week, when I was called into a meeting with my boss, the director of content, and her boss, the news director.
“Whelp, I fucked something up,” was my immediate thought. “They’ll probably tell me that it’s just not working out. Then I have no idea what I’ll do next.”
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