Ian's a big fan of these propaganda posters and today's events reminded me of this one.
Randomly, and in passing, Danny said something very troubling to Ian. He said, "So, I heard you might be leaving soon." To which Ian replied, "Not that I know of. Who said that?" Danny just seemed confused and said he didn't know. Since they live together, we figured that it was probably Montana who said something. So, Ian mentioned to Montana what we'd heard and asked him if he knew anything specific. In true Montana form, he vaguely alluded to Julia being the boss and him not knowing anything. He said we'd all discuss it on Monday (here's to a relaxing weekend, right?). Montana's a good guy, but he hasn't proven any help when it comes to Julia.
So, Ian and I spent the day vaguely nauseated and anxious. Our Europe plans may be for naught. I had gotten a little too attached to the idea of having my birthday in Paris and I'm trying really hard not to pity myself (prematurely, I hope). Our tickets to SE Asia are nonrefundable, but if we do get fired on Monday, we'll be calling to see if we can change the end destination on our ticket from Siem Reap.
I can't wait for this ordeal to be over. However, I'd like my effort to be worth something and I'd like to complete our contracts.