<the following was written on a cheap, leatherbound journal, purchased at Target>
I'm back home. Dad's looking really good after a week in the hospital. And I'm in the repair bay all day today, thank Primus.
Crosscut has been cheerful about the progress we made on Praxus. But I've read the reports. 'Embarassing' 'A failure of Autobot diplomacy' - which... face it, I was with him. The failure has a lot to do with my actions, or inactions. I prepared for this meeting just by doing some preliminary research on Sky High and Praxus. I was told this was going to be a fairly jovial style of "getting to know one another" greeting, but... I'm at least on paper, an Autobot. I should have anticipated something like a counter-offer from the 'cons.
I'll say it again - Starscream ruined our deal. And he didn't do it by brawn. He didn't do it by lying (although we'll see if he's true to his word, he's broken his word so many times, I stopped counting). He simply out-boxed Crosscut and I. Optimus Prime was counting on this, and I let him down.
Before I go all emo on this entry, I'm going to say I'm going to do a helluva lot more prep next time, if I'm given a next time. But THEN what? I prep too much, and Crosscut says I come off as 'stilted' and 'stiff'. God, I hate this job sometimes!
Anyway - thankfully, they're low on medics today, so my shift is almost all in the med bay today. No phrasings to worry about. No 'too aggressive' and 'not aggressive enough' type of verbal judo. Just fixing Autobots who need to be repaired. THIS is my arena. I can handle this easy.