I am becoming rather zen, learning not to worry about stuff before it happens. This week my supervisor, who has been acting as supervisor was pronounced the real thing. Hurrah! I had maintained a 'whatever' attitude, refusing to worry about supervisor's replacement with the Muggle version of an office Voldemort 'He Who Must Not Be Crossed'. One less reason for my intestines to become resemble a sheepshank knot.

Hurrah!

Presentation to Board Committee is over. Went great. Due to slight mix up, I hardly had to speak at all, although when I did speak I studdered a bit. But no bother, our resolution item passed. All over but the shouting.

*dances off to shout a bit*

Last night I lay in bed, waking periodically from unpleasant dream after unpleasant dream in which my hair kept falling out. I had like a half dozen strands on my head and looked like a Chinese Crested dog with dandruff. Prior to going to bed, had thoroughly shocking and unpleasant intestinal... problem.

All of above occurred because tomorrow is my big-arse presentation to highfalutin' muckity mucks at work. Cannot wait until presentation is all over.

I mean, it isn't as though presentation will be difficult. I will sit at a desk and read from paper in front of my nose, while audience and head big cheeses look at screens around the room (ok, what they normally do is chat with each and work out cross word puzzles as though they are taking notes and believe me - I don't blame them one bit). *sigh* I tell myself this is small potatoes, but my intestinal tract seems to think otherwise as it ties itself into adorable balloon animals, the gnu being my favourite.