the bad news and the good news

So the bad news is that the work meeting I attended went so horribly that I thought my boss was maybe going to lunge across the table to throttle one of the other participants. (Luckily that participant was not me.) She and I were there serving a consultative role for a big communications project that this team had been told by the big boss that they were going to do and make a priority.

The good news is that the meeting went so horribly that we've been called off the project, after being told that we "misunderstood" what the big boss wanted. Translation: the big boss didn't know what she was asking us to do, even though what she told us was, "I want you to do for this group what you've done for your own department." (I guess she forgot to add "unless it will inconvenience anyone or make anybody at all uncomfortable, or unless it's hard for them.")

This is one of those projects that just have DOOMED written all over them. Where on the way to the meeting, an old crone on the street corner shrieks after you, "Flores! Flores para las muertas!" while crows cackle overhead. It was just a question of time, and better four weeks in than four months in.

O-well.

The REALLY good news is, I got into a novel writing workshop this summer that's being held right here in my town, and I just found out this morning! Yay! Now I have one month to get the first three chapters of my novel whipped into shape to send off to my fellow workshoppers in preparation for the big event. Whee!