Here Fishy Fishy

I've had my first real "fishbowl" moment.


Given that I was never an RA, I can only say that I understand the concept of being in the fishbowl. Until now. I've officially been the fish being stalked by the cat from looking over the top into the water. But I've admitted it. I've talked to my supervisor about it. And I've definitely, sooo definitely, learned from it.


The story, you ask? Wellll, you know how birthdays go. *guilty face* So when Tina was here visiting, we went out to Austin and 6th Street (oooh infamous 6th Street) for my birthday. A bunch of my co-workers came, my family friend (Bethany) came, it was a good time. But, seriously, I haven't been drunk since... May. More like March, probably. So Megan had a little too much fun... wayyyyy too quick. Whew. So needless to say, we go upstairs (really? Stairs? At a large bar? Dumb.) to dance, and we dance for a little bit, and my knee gives. Not likeI'll-be-back-up-in-five-minutes-gives, but gives. Like I can't stand, can't walk, can't do nothing. So I drunkenly stumble to a chair, at which point some crazy hippie (yay Austin) asks my friends if I'll be okay, they say my knee's given out, and he asks if he can make it better. So he puts his hand on my knee and stars bowing and does this crazy chant thing. Haha, hooray Austin. So I sit a little while longer, we chill a little while, and then we go back downstairs (why? I don't know), where I sit down at a table with my co-worker's friend (who's been staying with her since he was a Galveston evacuee, so we all know him well), where I proceed to vom all on the floor. *blush* He moved a little, just to hide the fact that I was puking at this bar. Classy, I know. So at some point, we get up to leave. Nick, Galveston Boy, carries me five blocks to the car. And we drive home-- at which point I'm pretty sure really-drunk goes to really-trashed, and yet again I vom all over the side of the highway (side note: ten points for me, though, because unlike Loralie's car, this car made it home clean. Oh, Kim. Yes, I was that beyond drunk, like that one night at the Lamplighter). And then make it home.

And then... damnit, I have to get up the stairs, across my lobby, and down some stairs to get to my apartment! But of course my smoker community is chilling on their picnic table out front, two of my RAs are in the lobby about to start their last round, and yay. So Tina tries to play off as the really drunk one, whereas my knee had just given out (which is true, I still couldn't walk at this point). And somehow made it to my apartment. Um. Yeah.

So I had a conversation with my supervisor yesterday during my 1:1 because one of my residents kind of called me out last week. Ha. Lovely. So I just told my supervisor that I was wayyy beyond embarassed, especially once resident called me out. And he was totally understanding, saying that you know, we've all been there at some point, and unlike your underage resident, you're of age! So yeah. Difficult conversation over, embarassment still remains a little bit, but... okay.

Anyway. The adventures of Megan to continue. *blush again* Sigh.