The Fauve's Digest Condensed Version of my week

Monday morning on the drive in to work another panic attack hit. This one did not land me in the ER, because I knew what it was, but it was just as powerful as the last and lasted longer; about 5 hours. This is what happens when you work at Starfuckers, Inc. The mere drive in to the office is unbearable. So you can see why I chose not to blog about anything of consequence in a while. My work situation consumed my life last week so there wasn't anything else I could talk, thing, blog about. If the mere thought was enough to cause chest pains, shortened breath and great anxiety, I couldn't chance sitting down to write these words then.

The Fauve's Digest Condensed Version:
1) The Cunt became manipulative
2) I had to meet twice with the CEO of my company; once alone (on Wednesday) and once with The Cunt (on Thursday)
3) I thought there was a good chance I would finish out the week without a job
4) Both meetings went extremely well and in my favor
5) I am still employed
6) I will have to face the wrath of The Cunt tomorrow (she was off Friday)
7) I will only have to put up with it for two days and then I'm going on vacation

So all I have to do now is come to terms with the flying issue. I go back and forth on that. Sometimes I am absolutely terrified to the point of nausea and other times I'm just so excited about finally going on vacation and going with The Thing to boot that I'm close to pissing my pants out of sheer giddiness. Thing has promised to hold my hand the whole time and says he has boughten me presents; presents I can't have until we are at the airport.

[scoff]
As if I could be bought...

Um...
He knows me too well.
Damn it!