i’m this close to jumping in my car and driving up there right fucking now . . . drag you out of your cubicle and …
Ah, NJ. How I love your emails. I could tell you what comes after “and”, but you’d all blush and then some of you would never be able to come back to my blog. Let’s just say I’m doing everything in my power to subtly get this guy’s ass at least as close as Rochester. Hell, I know it’s November, but I’d spend four or five hours in the car, even, just to see him.
There’s this Manager at Hell… She’s German, beautiful, has this husky voice that makes me want to have sex with her, and she manages K.’s product. She’s his friend on FB. Well, I can’t compete with her. She’s a bit older than me, but just… a lovely, beautiful person. She’s even nice! Damn it. Anyway, she added me as a friend this morning. I thought that was very sweet of her. For a few moment, I even thought to myself, I’m one of the popular kids! To anyone who was ever not one of the popular kids, that’s a pretty big deal. She mentioned it to me today in the office; I went over to deliberately see if she’d talk about FB in the office (sometimes I think it’s kinda like Fight Club – you don’t talk about Fight Club outside of Fight Club…lol). She said that sometimes, you find people online, and you didn’t know about them, and then you see them, and you think oh, that person is cool! I think that was a compliment.
I also called the Little General today. I sent her three or four texts over the past week with no response. I called last week, nothing. Called her at work yesterday, no callback. I called her on my way home, and told her that if she didn’t want to train me, I was going to cancel my membership. It wasn’t a threat, but I’m not going to bother to continue paying for a membership I’m not using. I would go if she was training me. I got a text within two minutes. She’s in school, she’s busy, she apologizes, she’ll make time to get together with me. So, potential progress made there. I’m glad, because I trust her, and I know she’ll bust my ass if we can work something out to train together.
Other than that, I did laundry today and got together my outfit for tomorrow night’s debacle. I’m wearing what I wore today – plaid skirt, brown boots, teal top. It looked nice at work today, so I think it’ll be girly enough without being too girly for tomorrow night. Sis was surprised I was wearing a skirt, but then said, “Oh, yeah. You don’t like pants.” I hate pants. Unless they’re pajama pants. There are so few pairs of pants in this world that have ever made me happy. I’m just not the right shape for most pants.
I was on my way home tonight, and I was just sitting in traffic, marvelling at how well my life is going. Everything is going right. I’m surrounded in this amazing bubble of “good things”. I know I keep saying I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I’m not, really. I think I can handle anything that comes my way. (Fates, don’t take that as a challenge, k?) And I’m so thankful to all of my friends who’ve stood by me. The past year’s been really rough. Year, year and a half, whatever. The last while. It’s been hard to be me, and I bet it’s been hard to like me sometimes.
