miwahni (miwahni) wrote,
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Crash & Burn

Okay, so friends know how much I love the V8s, how long I've followed touring car racing, how devastated I was when Brock died - and how excited I was at the possibility of getting a ticket to Indy, including a day in our corporate box. Having been the recipient of such a prize back in 2004, I was so certain that was the reward on offer again.

I should know better than to get my hopes up, shouldn't I.

Sure enough, I've been given a ticket to Indy. On the Thursday. Practice day. Which is about as exciting as watching someone else's paint dry, and not at all worth the stress of a day out of the office. (not that the day out is stressful; it's playing catch-up the next day that hurts).
I was so disappointed, I couldn't get out of the room fast enough after the announcement. Four hours later and I still feel crushed. I hate myself sometimes, that I could let such a stupid pissy thing like that upset me so much. After all there were no guarantees, no promises made; it simply never occurred to me that the reward could be anything other than a ticket for a race day. My bad.

I know this reads like a tantrum from a spoiled brat, and maybe I should just be grateful. I appreciate the gesture, I really do. But I'm really that disappointed.
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