Hello. It’s Belinda.
My roommate asked me how it feels to have a surprise party. With the birthday cards and games and everything.
She had such a happy look on her face I didn’t have the heart to tell her the whole story. About my feelings after Sunday, which was one of the best days and worst days of my life.
Best day because of the party. I had the happiest birthday ever. I can’t believe how much time and effort everyone put in, from my coworkers to all my friends around the country.
Worst day because I woke up thinking it was my last day as spokesrabbit. When the Uber dropped me off at my agent’s house for the “mystery meeting,” I just stood on her porch. Afraid to go inside.
Even though everything turned out OK, now I’m a wreck about something else. A secret that involves my friends at the notary office.
So since Monday my feelings have been all over the place. Up and down and sideways.
First, happy about the party. Every time I read though my birthday cards I find something new to like.
Relieved that I’m not fired.
Worried about hacking into the email last week. Nobody has mentioned it yet.
Surprised that I was so wrong about everything.
Sad that my boyfriend isn’t here to see this. He loved a party. Plus he was good at calming me down.
Mad at myself. For letting my mind run wild like that. I’m five years old and I should handle things like an adult.
But more than anything, afraid about some documents I drew up. Business-related papers to make sure “the rabbit’s voice was still heard” after I was gone. Can’t say anything else about it right now.
I asked my notary friends if the whole thing was a good idea. They said they don’t have opinions. They just put the official notary stamp on all the agreements. If I want advice I need to call an attorney. Not their job.
So I’ve been busy trying to cover my tracks, if you know what I mean. Hopefully this will all blow over.
But for now, I’m going to relax and read some of my birthday cards.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select