My point is that I was having trouble concentrating on our interviews this morning because I had lost BB's pen. A pen I have been saving to give back to him, someday, when I am ready to see him again. Its a pretty expensive fountain pen - I'm a bic disposable pen girl myself due to my tendency to LOSE things - and for some reason I decided to bring it on my trip. I think I wanted to feel like a grown up big girl using my (his) fancy pen.
So this morning, late, and fairly hungover due to the "executive" margaritas I was drinking, I couldn't find it. It was totally gone. I tore apart my bag, my suitcase, the crap laying on the dresser, but it was absolutely nowhere. I got to the interview room and tore it apart too. nada. I have been so careful with with that stupid thing - and it was just gone. Now, I had no idea, but this stupid pen sells for well over a hundred bucks, so I was pretty upset for that reason, but more upset because I felt like it was a sign that I should lose BB too. Or at least stop using his stupid pen. And, I know I was nauseous from the tequila a bit, but I was totally nauseous over the fact that I had lost the pen. Why is it that things like this are given such significance. OMG. His pen is gone. That means there is no hope for us ever again. I am so ridiculous sometimes. So, while I was supposed to be giving these kids my undivided attention and talking about their resumes and what great experiences they could have with us, I am obsessing over a freaking fountain pen and its stupid-boy owner.
I found the pen though. It was under the hotel bed. Then I felt better. I'm still hungover though. And I'm definitely still ridiculous.