And to think, the week was off to such a promising start. The sun is shining, the workweek is light, and by week’s end I will be lapping up the sun in Rancho. I need this trip – more so than I would have let myself believe.

A month has passed since the big CAC event in Boston, and I am still hearing rumblings of discontent having to do with the event’s organization. There was never a chance to do any sort of post-event debrief to analyze what worked and what didn’t, and attempts to have such conversations with the appropriate person involved have failed miserably. Instead, I find out through public forums how thoroughly dragged through the dirt my name has been. Waiting on the final payoff from the show to pay some final expenses, it’s apparently entirely my fault that a multi-billion dollar organization such as Ticketmaster did not stop the presses and issue the check immediately. I’m not surprised, as it was my fault that weather delayed flights around event time as well, leading to my one-time partner to blast my organizational efforts and label them “piss-poor”, even making rather insulting comments behind my back to the talent involved.

Don’t get me wrong, the event was magical and I’m still blown away by the tremendous souls who helped make it so. I just can’t let go of the notion that the true essence of the event meant something entirely different in my heart than it did to him. All of the hard work, I feel, is left meaningless now, since in the event’s aftermath, I have become the whipping girl for anything and everything that could have gone wrong.

I believe in the cause, even if certain others only claimed to. I will always cherish the memories of being a part of such an amazing effort, even if those memories are already forgotten by some. It meant something to me, even if it meant very little to him. Like a speck of mold, he’s managed to infect and soil the entire experience, leaving me to wonder if my efforts were truly worth it in the end.

But then again, that seems to be the theme lately in the life of Angie…

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