Expectations raised. Disappointment, anti-socialism ensue.

Confused, frustrated, depressed, angry, horny, pt. I Or just another Saturday night in Venice.

A few things driving the agenda right now: First, tired from 3 straight nights out and waking up at 8 am to go watch the Gators play at the local sports bar. (Also, the Gators lost to our former Head Ball Coach, the beloved Steve Spurrier).

Last night was the Big Brothers Big Sis 50th Anniversary gala. We were premiering our commercial there. I'll be posting it in mpg form sometime over the next week or two.
I was expecting to receive a standing ovation or some real love for the spot. Instead, Pam introduces the spot, and it's met with... polite applause. Really, I don't think anyone was really paying all that close attention.

After they showed it, Pam effusively praised everyone from Boxer and our agency, and had them shine the spotlight on us and have us stand up.

But it wasn't enough. One of the things I'm working on and paying attention to is my ability to raise expectations/hope and then be really affected by the disappointment. Worse still, the disappointment and depression gang up and put me in an even worse mood.

So, after that, I just got angry and didn't want to really go out or participate or wait around for everyone so that we could hit the hotel bar. The black storm cloud was remarkably apparent to everyone involved.

Ducked out quickly and drove over to the Roosevelt hotel where some of the fun girls from the Yacht Cruise were throwing a party. I couldn't handle being out there, either. Also, because I knew that I had to get up early to watch the Gator game, I had to take it easy. So I stayed for 30 minutes and then busted home.

The good news was that I didn't stop and get a bottle of wine on the way home.

But the end result is that last night I was just in an angry, anti-social mood because I didn't get the ego stroke that I was hoping for. Expectations overraised leads to disappointment leads to crappy mood. More soon.