So I've been asked to leave my new job at 2:00. This is so weird and opposite of the last job. Hey - you're over 40 get the hell out of here - AND NO WORKING FROM HOME! As opposed to - "You only worked 60 hours this week ... you need to come in this weekend AND work from home." Have I mentioned I love my job?
I'm pumped because I've landed 3K in sales today that will hopefully be booked on Monday or Tuesday. 3K! That means my April sales will be at 7K next week. I'm praying for $60K this month - that would be a beyond delightful commission check in which I would be able to pay off a student loan AND pay back my debt to my mom for living costs the last two months. Then I'll be on the right track to save and move out. I'm also still looking for that bartending job ...
I have learned several valuable lessons from my job switchero.
(1) Networking pays. Pays big. Pays big by quitting your job and having another one. Pays big by giving you a bigger paycheck. Pays big by taking your 70 hour work weeks into a wonderful 40 hours only.
(2) Sales is working for your money. I'm so sorry to all you telemarketers. But not sorry that I put my name on the no-call list.
(3) Have a savings account so that life doesn't suck when you realize it's a different pay structure.
(4) Free parking rocks.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Crankiness
There have been a lot of late nights this week - all in good fun and not in nasty work like the old place - but not having any cash is folding into crankiness. It's hard to have friends buy you drinks and what not with out being able to do the same for them.
Here are a few cranky points that are getting to me:
(1) Dad. Mentioned he can tell I haven't been going to the gym. What are you trying to say here Pops?
(2) Grandma. Compared my recent disgust with life to her own. Not fair.
(3) Money. Oh I miss you so.
(4) The "do this and do thats." I love my family, I do but everyone expects me to be at their beckon call and they get mad when I say no. Why is it wrong if I just want to go home, put on PJs and eat ice cream in bed once a week?
(5) Sales. No one is returning my cold calls. Granted, I hate cold calls as well but I need to sell here!
(6) Business Documents. Writing this business plan for work is ticking me off because (a) I'm not sure what I'm doing (b) it keeps getting added too and (c) I have to sell 60K this month to get a comission check! I don't have time to write a 40 page document AND sell 60K especially when I'm gone for a week out the month.
(7) Boys. I haven't spoke to any in a week. This is a good thing, I know but still ...
(8) My old friends that are too busy to even call me back, but when I see them say "we never hang out" - duh. Because you never call me back idiots. And they get offended when I'm drunk and ask them if I should take them off of my friend list and stop bugging them.
And here is a list of things I need to use money for this weekend if I ever get my check:
(1) Swimsuit
(2) Cat litter
(3) Cat food
(4) Gas
(5) Student loans
$92 does not go that far.
Here are a few cranky points that are getting to me:
(1) Dad. Mentioned he can tell I haven't been going to the gym. What are you trying to say here Pops?
(2) Grandma. Compared my recent disgust with life to her own. Not fair.
(3) Money. Oh I miss you so.
(4) The "do this and do thats." I love my family, I do but everyone expects me to be at their beckon call and they get mad when I say no. Why is it wrong if I just want to go home, put on PJs and eat ice cream in bed once a week?
(5) Sales. No one is returning my cold calls. Granted, I hate cold calls as well but I need to sell here!
(6) Business Documents. Writing this business plan for work is ticking me off because (a) I'm not sure what I'm doing (b) it keeps getting added too and (c) I have to sell 60K this month to get a comission check! I don't have time to write a 40 page document AND sell 60K especially when I'm gone for a week out the month.
(7) Boys. I haven't spoke to any in a week. This is a good thing, I know but still ...
(8) My old friends that are too busy to even call me back, but when I see them say "we never hang out" - duh. Because you never call me back idiots. And they get offended when I'm drunk and ask them if I should take them off of my friend list and stop bugging them.
And here is a list of things I need to use money for this weekend if I ever get my check:
(1) Swimsuit
(2) Cat litter
(3) Cat food
(4) Gas
(5) Student loans
$92 does not go that far.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Finally getting busy ...
All the crazy networking, the insance cold calling, the blind emails and the lead follow-ups and it's finally starting to pay off. Today I kept myself really busy with a dollar symbol floating in my head. I could really use a smoke.
Weekend is almost here
10 days and I'll be on a plane. A plane to Vegas. I'm trying not to squeal right now, but I really want too!
The old company is finally sending me one of the checks they owe me. Hopefully it will arrive tomorrow or at the very latest, Saturday because the old car needs some gas and I need to do a little pre-Vegas shopping.
I have a very little swim suit from about 20lbs ago that I refuse to wear and being that I won't have any of my own money to gamble with, there will be a great amount of time spent at the pool. So I need to do the dreadful swim suit shopping and even though it snowed about two days ago here, many of the stores in the area have the lovely attire out already.
The old company is finally sending me one of the checks they owe me. Hopefully it will arrive tomorrow or at the very latest, Saturday because the old car needs some gas and I need to do a little pre-Vegas shopping.
I have a very little swim suit from about 20lbs ago that I refuse to wear and being that I won't have any of my own money to gamble with, there will be a great amount of time spent at the pool. So I need to do the dreadful swim suit shopping and even though it snowed about two days ago here, many of the stores in the area have the lovely attire out already.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
The Doctor Phil's in Life
Only so much can be said about a balding old guy that likes to give relationship advice - oh wait, I guess a ton can because they are all ex people I've slept with. Yes I'm attracted to the older bald guy but not the Dr. Phil guy, perhaps this is why I can put an "ex" in front of their names.
After reiterating the "Baby's Daddy" story to all my companions (which I may have been offended at at first, but now finding incredibly amusing), a couple decided to opt on giving me relationship advice. No matter how I joke about Dr. Phil, it was pretty relevant and I thought I'd share.
(a) Perhaps I should stop hitting on men and let them hit on me.
(b) If you have to ask before messing around with someone if they have a child or a girlfriend, you obviously should not mess around with them.
(c) Choice locations for quality guys does not include corner bars (LOL - all of which I met the lovely Dr. Phil's administering this advice at).
(d) From now on all guys must have (1) Shelter of some kind - paper box does not count; however apartments do and perhaps an igloo (2) a job and a (3) car - with the exception of Chicago or New York because they don't have to have one to get around (not an ex's advice, a friend's - but still relevant).
(e) For the love of God, stop dating south side guys.
Now, I have great answers to why I shouldn't follow - but they are really excuses.
(a) I am impatient, why waste time? If I like, I get. RESPONSE: Then you have to like what you get - ie a baby's daddy.
(b) Touche - but at least I ask so I can say that the guy denied it. RESPONSE: He'll deny you if it gets serious. Don't ask, don't tell.
(c) But I love corner bars! RESPONSE: Fine, but don't pick up guys there and see (a).
(d) No excuse for this one - good solid advice
(e) But I live on the south side! All the eastsiders and downtowners won't travel out here. RESPONSE: see (a).
Advice I will follow for at least a week.
After reiterating the "Baby's Daddy" story to all my companions (which I may have been offended at at first, but now finding incredibly amusing), a couple decided to opt on giving me relationship advice. No matter how I joke about Dr. Phil, it was pretty relevant and I thought I'd share.
(a) Perhaps I should stop hitting on men and let them hit on me.
(b) If you have to ask before messing around with someone if they have a child or a girlfriend, you obviously should not mess around with them.
(c) Choice locations for quality guys does not include corner bars (LOL - all of which I met the lovely Dr. Phil's administering this advice at).
(d) From now on all guys must have (1) Shelter of some kind - paper box does not count; however apartments do and perhaps an igloo (2) a job and a (3) car - with the exception of Chicago or New York because they don't have to have one to get around (not an ex's advice, a friend's - but still relevant).
(e) For the love of God, stop dating south side guys.
Now, I have great answers to why I shouldn't follow - but they are really excuses.
(a) I am impatient, why waste time? If I like, I get. RESPONSE: Then you have to like what you get - ie a baby's daddy.
(b) Touche - but at least I ask so I can say that the guy denied it. RESPONSE: He'll deny you if it gets serious. Don't ask, don't tell.
(c) But I love corner bars! RESPONSE: Fine, but don't pick up guys there and see (a).
(d) No excuse for this one - good solid advice
(e) But I live on the south side! All the eastsiders and downtowners won't travel out here. RESPONSE: see (a).
Advice I will follow for at least a week.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Mondays
The good thing about my job is I love it, the bad thing is that I need to generate some more leads. I want to be giving information or booking people for classes every day, instead I sit in quiet since I'm so new.
Today I have to leave early since I've exceeded the 40 hours a week for the last two weeks. With this new available time off, I'm going to look for a bartending job and try to do some more research on leads.
In the mean time I'm realizing just how broke one person can be and doing all the scraping to find cash. As a gambler (don't worry - not gambling now, no money too) I've racked up some points at the local casino that will be equivelant to cash. I have about 4,000 which I can cash in for $20. I think I will do that today so I have money for gas.
I've been meandering through my belongings to figure out what might sell on E-Bay, my digital camera is so old it will generate $30, my normal camera (while nice) will only generate $10. The only thing I have of value is my laptop, which is required for work. Perhaps I should put up a couple of my safety pin watches and see what they could generate? I'll need to see what I have in watch faces.
Today I have to leave early since I've exceeded the 40 hours a week for the last two weeks. With this new available time off, I'm going to look for a bartending job and try to do some more research on leads.
In the mean time I'm realizing just how broke one person can be and doing all the scraping to find cash. As a gambler (don't worry - not gambling now, no money too) I've racked up some points at the local casino that will be equivelant to cash. I have about 4,000 which I can cash in for $20. I think I will do that today so I have money for gas.
I've been meandering through my belongings to figure out what might sell on E-Bay, my digital camera is so old it will generate $30, my normal camera (while nice) will only generate $10. The only thing I have of value is my laptop, which is required for work. Perhaps I should put up a couple of my safety pin watches and see what they could generate? I'll need to see what I have in watch faces.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
A year ago today
It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, it was 2:00. I went to my dad's do some books. I was dogsitting. The dog was laying at my feet while I entered in reciepts. My dad's wife cleaned the kitchen. My nephew helped my dad to drag branches from the yard.
Then there was a scream. A little four year old scream that yelled "Grandpa." Then there was a yell for my name to grab my nephew. Below the tall tree we had often climbed in school was a slunched body, a visible skull. The man I had feared for twenty four plus years laid in his own blood. It was an instant that I looked at him, a moment where I grabbed my screaming nephew and hid his head from the sight among his tears and rushed him in the house and closed all the blinds. It was the first time I dialed 911 and got a busy signal. I heard my sister come out of her house and scream. I heard the neighbors running to call for the cops. I stood helpless inside with a crying little boy turned away from the windows trying to peak through the cracks and see if he was okay.
I dialed my mom. His ex-wife. I couldn't formulate actual words. "He fell. He can't move. Blood." She had no clue and then she heard the sirens. "Oh my God."
Two EMTs grabbed his 240 lb, 6 foot frame and held his neck perfectly still. My sister left. My brother left. I stayed at home with the little boy. I didn't know what to do. I called my mom and we came to her house. She pulled us inside the house, she grabbed his fraile frame and before any of us could say anything he said, "Grandpa fell from the tree. The branch broke. He got hurt. I think he's hurt bad." I cried.
I spoke no words for four hours. I tried calling over and over for someone to say that he was okay. Eight hours later I went to the hospital after no word. My nephew in my mom's care. I walked in to a sterile room and shocked family. My older brother grabbed me by the arm. Two broken vertabres and he had been scalped. 32 staples. Bruising all down his body. But he was okay. We'll know more later.
I stayed all night at the hospital. I went into work in the same clothes I was in the day before. I picked up the papers and brought them in. My boss walked in, my back turned. "How was your weekend?" I turned and he asked what happened. I explained the accident and was told to leave. I went back to the hospital and spent a daily routine for three weeks of visiting from 6am until 9am. Went to work at 9:30. Worked until 7:00. Went back to the hospital. Showered at 1:00am and started the routine over with.
The third day in the hospital I visited over lunch. My brother's back to the crowd in a waiting room and he was crying. I saw but didn't know what to do, so I went over and said I was scared. He wiped his tears and said he had to get back to work. We'd never speak of that day again.
For three weeks he slowly healed. He slowly got off the pills. He slowly began to walk. He broke his neck and he could walk. He slowly healed over the next six months, finally shedding his neck brace.
Yesterday he threw a "Thank God I'm Alive Party" and I didn't mind stocking his bar or washing the dishes this morning because no matter how nasty he can be or how he looks at us each like he doesn't care, I remember that he might not be here. Just like last week on Desperate, Bree told her son - "The opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. If you hate me, you still care." Even when he hates me and I hate him, we both still care.
So thank God he is alive.
Then there was a scream. A little four year old scream that yelled "Grandpa." Then there was a yell for my name to grab my nephew. Below the tall tree we had often climbed in school was a slunched body, a visible skull. The man I had feared for twenty four plus years laid in his own blood. It was an instant that I looked at him, a moment where I grabbed my screaming nephew and hid his head from the sight among his tears and rushed him in the house and closed all the blinds. It was the first time I dialed 911 and got a busy signal. I heard my sister come out of her house and scream. I heard the neighbors running to call for the cops. I stood helpless inside with a crying little boy turned away from the windows trying to peak through the cracks and see if he was okay.
I dialed my mom. His ex-wife. I couldn't formulate actual words. "He fell. He can't move. Blood." She had no clue and then she heard the sirens. "Oh my God."
Two EMTs grabbed his 240 lb, 6 foot frame and held his neck perfectly still. My sister left. My brother left. I stayed at home with the little boy. I didn't know what to do. I called my mom and we came to her house. She pulled us inside the house, she grabbed his fraile frame and before any of us could say anything he said, "Grandpa fell from the tree. The branch broke. He got hurt. I think he's hurt bad." I cried.
I spoke no words for four hours. I tried calling over and over for someone to say that he was okay. Eight hours later I went to the hospital after no word. My nephew in my mom's care. I walked in to a sterile room and shocked family. My older brother grabbed me by the arm. Two broken vertabres and he had been scalped. 32 staples. Bruising all down his body. But he was okay. We'll know more later.
I stayed all night at the hospital. I went into work in the same clothes I was in the day before. I picked up the papers and brought them in. My boss walked in, my back turned. "How was your weekend?" I turned and he asked what happened. I explained the accident and was told to leave. I went back to the hospital and spent a daily routine for three weeks of visiting from 6am until 9am. Went to work at 9:30. Worked until 7:00. Went back to the hospital. Showered at 1:00am and started the routine over with.
The third day in the hospital I visited over lunch. My brother's back to the crowd in a waiting room and he was crying. I saw but didn't know what to do, so I went over and said I was scared. He wiped his tears and said he had to get back to work. We'd never speak of that day again.
For three weeks he slowly healed. He slowly got off the pills. He slowly began to walk. He broke his neck and he could walk. He slowly healed over the next six months, finally shedding his neck brace.
Yesterday he threw a "Thank God I'm Alive Party" and I didn't mind stocking his bar or washing the dishes this morning because no matter how nasty he can be or how he looks at us each like he doesn't care, I remember that he might not be here. Just like last week on Desperate, Bree told her son - "The opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. If you hate me, you still care." Even when he hates me and I hate him, we both still care.
So thank God he is alive.
Cheating Men
PB and I have been going out once or twice a week. I knew there was something a bit off about him and often asked about whether or not he had kids. The answer was "Absolutely not." Then there was the bullsh*t about relationships last Monday. Then there was last night ..
I'm relaxing a bit when my phone rings "private call." Thinking nothing of it, I pick up. I was about to embark on the following conversation:
BM: "Hey b*tch. Why is your number in MY man's phone?"
MG: "Well who's your man?"
BM: "B*tch don't start with me. You know."
MG: "No, I don't. I'm sorry - but ..."
BM: "You f*cking hoe. I will kick your a** when I see it on the street. You are dead. Do you hear me? You're dead. That's my baby's daddy (hence BM - Baby's Momma)."
MG: "Who's your baby's ..."
BM: "Oh you want to start? Let me get my ..."
I hung up. Here's the deal. I'm pretty sure it's PB because he's the only guy ghetto enough that I've been seeing to date a ghetto chick like this. But here's the other thing - you want to kick my butt? Your dude told me that he didn't have kids OR a girlfriend. Isn't it his fault?
I've been in the situation before where my guy cheated - never once did I blame her. Obviously a guy is NOT going to say to a chick, "I've got a girl - let's f*ck" and have her do it. Even if she did - YOUR DUDE still cheated.
This really bugs me that women do this to other women. Get a life and get rid of the scumbag. Stop blaming a chick that you don't even know. It takes two to tango and your guy participated.
AM I GLAD I DIDN'T BANG HIM, especially knowing that dick's been in something so skanky and idiotic (yes, I get to talk trash because she started it). Oh, and back on the fricking hiatous!
I'm relaxing a bit when my phone rings "private call." Thinking nothing of it, I pick up. I was about to embark on the following conversation:
BM: "Hey b*tch. Why is your number in MY man's phone?"
MG: "Well who's your man?"
BM: "B*tch don't start with me. You know."
MG: "No, I don't. I'm sorry - but ..."
BM: "You f*cking hoe. I will kick your a** when I see it on the street. You are dead. Do you hear me? You're dead. That's my baby's daddy (hence BM - Baby's Momma)."
MG: "Who's your baby's ..."
BM: "Oh you want to start? Let me get my ..."
I hung up. Here's the deal. I'm pretty sure it's PB because he's the only guy ghetto enough that I've been seeing to date a ghetto chick like this. But here's the other thing - you want to kick my butt? Your dude told me that he didn't have kids OR a girlfriend. Isn't it his fault?
I've been in the situation before where my guy cheated - never once did I blame her. Obviously a guy is NOT going to say to a chick, "I've got a girl - let's f*ck" and have her do it. Even if she did - YOUR DUDE still cheated.
This really bugs me that women do this to other women. Get a life and get rid of the scumbag. Stop blaming a chick that you don't even know. It takes two to tango and your guy participated.
AM I GLAD I DIDN'T BANG HIM, especially knowing that dick's been in something so skanky and idiotic (yes, I get to talk trash because she started it). Oh, and back on the fricking hiatous!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Only in Wisconsin
Only in Wisconsin would you wake up to a beautiful, sun-shiney day and then look out the window at 3:30 to see it snow.
Word gets around.
At a little networking event last night, my old boss's name got dropped by a person I was speaking to. It was funny because he said their personalities just didn't match - which was my arguement all along. I get along with the majority of people I meet, it actually does not happen very often that I honestly don't like someone. But here, this guy's had two encounters with two people around the same age at the same point in their career and he disliked them both. I think it's funny how he believes it was us and not him.
Yesterday was an enlightenment. I went to a meeting with an agency in the morning. I realized I was completely brainwashed by my agency when I was there. My old agency wanted to be the most integrated agency in Milwaukee, but this place had them tenfold. Granted, bigger agency, but I realized my old place can't legitimately make that announcement because the new place had a finer definition of integration.
Then, to go back to the networking meeting, while introducing myself around people often asked where I worked. I told them with joy; however, they followed up with "How long have you been there" and then "Where did you work before that?" When I would mention the name, 90% of them got a disgusted look on thier face. That's when I realized I shouldn't be afraid of what is going to be said about me because they don't seem to have the influence that I once believed they had. It makes me sad because there are a lot of great people that work there, but I guess they were right, "Word gets around."
Yesterday was an enlightenment. I went to a meeting with an agency in the morning. I realized I was completely brainwashed by my agency when I was there. My old agency wanted to be the most integrated agency in Milwaukee, but this place had them tenfold. Granted, bigger agency, but I realized my old place can't legitimately make that announcement because the new place had a finer definition of integration.
Then, to go back to the networking meeting, while introducing myself around people often asked where I worked. I told them with joy; however, they followed up with "How long have you been there" and then "Where did you work before that?" When I would mention the name, 90% of them got a disgusted look on thier face. That's when I realized I shouldn't be afraid of what is going to be said about me because they don't seem to have the influence that I once believed they had. It makes me sad because there are a lot of great people that work there, but I guess they were right, "Word gets around."
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Eh Gad, my abs.
With lack of a gym membership and a mere three weeks to Sin City, my mom and I have been discussing working out. The sad thing is, I could have saved $35 a month since my dad actually has a full service gym in my apartment (which I should've done, yet we will get into that later) however, it's in MY HOUSE. That means, I come home, I slop off my heels and jimmy out of my work clothes and decide to sit on my lazy butt and watch TV, not work out. Well, the other month my dad actually offered my mom the use of his gym at her convienence, so that is what we have been doing.
My usual gym routine at the actual gym involved intense cardio and lots of upper body work to make the old collar bone pop. Well, his gym doesn't really have those weights but a lot of abs. So owch, do my abs hurt. But hopefully the workouts will pay off as I slip into my bikini.
On to the bikini. Turns out I better look damn good in that thing - I misread my new pay policies at work and found out it's semi-monthly NOT bi-weekly. This means my first "real" paycheck won't even be until I get back from Vegas. That being said I have a whole $12.00 in my account and nothing saved for Vegas. Once again, being a grown up means having a savings account.
Now onto last night. Yes, I got kind-of tail. The tail in the sense of joking around with PB until midnight and singing karaoke, going back to give him a massage and ending up 1/2 naked and saying no. I said no! Why? For multiple reasons, the first being my new years resolution but yet tainted by it.
I've actually decided I'm just not that into the craziness of relationships and maybe I just need to be a little less Charlotte and a little more Samantha. This taints my resolution because I said I would need to be in a relationship to have sex, but yet I'm doing everything to NOT be in one. Which goes into the XYZ of why it didn't happen. (X) The timing was off - it was 2am and I needed to be up early (Y) He wanted me to spend the night - in his bed, in his arms. This doesn't work because then I get comfortable and want to be in a relationship, no matter who the dude is. And finally, (Z) He said that he hasn't done anything with me because he didn't want to f*ck me. He wanted to get to know me. He wanted to "make love." Gag. I've been engaged and never "made love" and honestly believe that a relationship means making love not a chick at the bar.
We kissed, we necked. He wandered. I took off my shirt. His dick stayed in his pants (and not in my mouth). My underwear stayed on. I thought it was a good night.
And the final note of the evening - I've been forced to watch American Idol and I don't like Kelly Pickler. Really do not. Dumb people should not be allowed to get rich. You are trying REALLY hard to be a mix between Jessica Simpson and Carrie Underwood. You should be like Chris and get your own sound.
Enough said!
My usual gym routine at the actual gym involved intense cardio and lots of upper body work to make the old collar bone pop. Well, his gym doesn't really have those weights but a lot of abs. So owch, do my abs hurt. But hopefully the workouts will pay off as I slip into my bikini.
On to the bikini. Turns out I better look damn good in that thing - I misread my new pay policies at work and found out it's semi-monthly NOT bi-weekly. This means my first "real" paycheck won't even be until I get back from Vegas. That being said I have a whole $12.00 in my account and nothing saved for Vegas. Once again, being a grown up means having a savings account.
Now onto last night. Yes, I got kind-of tail. The tail in the sense of joking around with PB until midnight and singing karaoke, going back to give him a massage and ending up 1/2 naked and saying no. I said no! Why? For multiple reasons, the first being my new years resolution but yet tainted by it.
I've actually decided I'm just not that into the craziness of relationships and maybe I just need to be a little less Charlotte and a little more Samantha. This taints my resolution because I said I would need to be in a relationship to have sex, but yet I'm doing everything to NOT be in one. Which goes into the XYZ of why it didn't happen. (X) The timing was off - it was 2am and I needed to be up early (Y) He wanted me to spend the night - in his bed, in his arms. This doesn't work because then I get comfortable and want to be in a relationship, no matter who the dude is. And finally, (Z) He said that he hasn't done anything with me because he didn't want to f*ck me. He wanted to get to know me. He wanted to "make love." Gag. I've been engaged and never "made love" and honestly believe that a relationship means making love not a chick at the bar.
We kissed, we necked. He wandered. I took off my shirt. His dick stayed in his pants (and not in my mouth). My underwear stayed on. I thought it was a good night.
And the final note of the evening - I've been forced to watch American Idol and I don't like Kelly Pickler. Really do not. Dumb people should not be allowed to get rich. You are trying REALLY hard to be a mix between Jessica Simpson and Carrie Underwood. You should be like Chris and get your own sound.
Enough said!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Questions with questions ...
Eeek. Why, oh why does a gentleman caller answer my attempts to hit on him with questions.
Our text message conversation from earlier:
MG: "Want to go out tonight?"
PB (Pierced Bartender): "Do you?"
MG: "Ummm ... Yeah."
PB: "What are you thinking?"
MG: "Where do you want to go"
PB: "Where do you want to go"
MG: "You pick. Make it magical."
PB: "Whatever."
MG: "Fine. Landmark 1850?"
PB "Maybe."
Turns out I'm supposed to meet him at a different bar in 10 minutes. Lovely. I better get a bit of tail.
Our text message conversation from earlier:
MG: "Want to go out tonight?"
PB (Pierced Bartender): "Do you?"
MG: "Ummm ... Yeah."
PB: "What are you thinking?"
MG: "Where do you want to go"
PB: "Where do you want to go"
MG: "You pick. Make it magical."
PB: "Whatever."
MG: "Fine. Landmark 1850?"
PB "Maybe."
Turns out I'm supposed to meet him at a different bar in 10 minutes. Lovely. I better get a bit of tail.
Monday, Monday, Monday
And today starts a brand new week :) I'm traveling to Madison for business this morning, how incredibly delightful! I don't think I'm driving, which makes it even better.
Monday also means I'm done dog sitting and house sitting and starts what I would like to refer to as a "normal" week. We'll see how this week goes with less networking events and more time to myself.
The one thing I hadn't planned on in the whole job-switchero was the fact that I'm out a week's worth of pay and the new jobs bi-weekly is the opposite bi-weekly than the old job. That's right, that means a whopping three weeks with no pay and me hurting with no savings account. Big lesson is you can't be a grown up if you don't have what Tyra Banks refers to as the "F-U" account. Hopefully, since the new job is more ching, this means I can actually save something.
The lack of pay also hurts my upcoming Vegas vacation. I had planned on the third paycheck this month to be all vacation; however, it turns out there isn't one and I'll be going to Vegas for a week with only about $400 on deck. Oops. At least I know this for the future and I should have a good amount for the October rendevous.
Also, another downside to the switch (which none of these are drastic) is that I don't have a gym membership anymore :( This means I have to look around for a new one within the next few months. In the meantime, my dad actually has a pretty large gym in his house and he's made nice (finally) with my mom for a bit of time and offered her to come over and use it. So, twice a week we are going to get together and put in a little routine exercise. It's amazing how I'm actually still down a bit, but feel like I look worse since things are tight - just loose and flabby. I have even considered taking up running in the morning, but lord knows I can't really pull myself out of bed that often or have the energy to jog in the cold Wisconsin mornings.
Other than that, the old Rockstar boyfriend IMed me the other day saying he wanted to go out again - I made up a boyfriend to get out of it. I also informed my mom and sister about this so they could back me up. In the meantime, it seems as word might have gotten off to #3, who IMed me on Friday to see how the new job was going. At this point, to keep up the charade, I also had to fake the boyfriend - he has a girlfriend now, so it shouldn't even matter.
I haven't heard from #1 at all and Monday's seem to be the time we usually go out. We haven't seen eachother in about three weeks and I actually kind of miss him :( I'm hoping he calls, if not just to go out for a free beer.
I was at my old restaraunt on Friday and really got ticked off. There is barely anyone there that I used to work with, meaning that I shouldn't be cast as an "Old employee" and should now be entitled to "customer" - it has been a year and a half. This being said, I was speaking to an old friend who was managing and a server came up and just said "Comp stamp." This is rude if I'm a customer, I have complete respect that the servers want to leave - but don't interrupt a customer to do so.
After that the little bro asked me to pick him up from his date, to which he also asked if I could drive his girl home. I asked him straight out if I had an option to which he said "no." This did not leave a happy me. That night led to a colmination (which I'm not even sure if that is spelt right) of (1) Intervention about my sex life/preference (2) being stood up by the pierced bartender (3) being treated rudely at a place I used to call home (4) driving all over Milwaukee to get my bro's girl home. It also turns out that the money I gave him for his date was used up entirely by her for dinner and the movie, the poor boy couldn't even eat because he had limited funds. We got Taco Bell on the way back and he realized I was cranky (also adding to being broke - since I paid for Taco Bell), so he walked the dog for me both at 11:00 at night and in the morning.
Monday also means I'm done dog sitting and house sitting and starts what I would like to refer to as a "normal" week. We'll see how this week goes with less networking events and more time to myself.
The one thing I hadn't planned on in the whole job-switchero was the fact that I'm out a week's worth of pay and the new jobs bi-weekly is the opposite bi-weekly than the old job. That's right, that means a whopping three weeks with no pay and me hurting with no savings account. Big lesson is you can't be a grown up if you don't have what Tyra Banks refers to as the "F-U" account. Hopefully, since the new job is more ching, this means I can actually save something.
The lack of pay also hurts my upcoming Vegas vacation. I had planned on the third paycheck this month to be all vacation; however, it turns out there isn't one and I'll be going to Vegas for a week with only about $400 on deck. Oops. At least I know this for the future and I should have a good amount for the October rendevous.
Also, another downside to the switch (which none of these are drastic) is that I don't have a gym membership anymore :( This means I have to look around for a new one within the next few months. In the meantime, my dad actually has a pretty large gym in his house and he's made nice (finally) with my mom for a bit of time and offered her to come over and use it. So, twice a week we are going to get together and put in a little routine exercise. It's amazing how I'm actually still down a bit, but feel like I look worse since things are tight - just loose and flabby. I have even considered taking up running in the morning, but lord knows I can't really pull myself out of bed that often or have the energy to jog in the cold Wisconsin mornings.
Other than that, the old Rockstar boyfriend IMed me the other day saying he wanted to go out again - I made up a boyfriend to get out of it. I also informed my mom and sister about this so they could back me up. In the meantime, it seems as word might have gotten off to #3, who IMed me on Friday to see how the new job was going. At this point, to keep up the charade, I also had to fake the boyfriend - he has a girlfriend now, so it shouldn't even matter.
I haven't heard from #1 at all and Monday's seem to be the time we usually go out. We haven't seen eachother in about three weeks and I actually kind of miss him :( I'm hoping he calls, if not just to go out for a free beer.
I was at my old restaraunt on Friday and really got ticked off. There is barely anyone there that I used to work with, meaning that I shouldn't be cast as an "Old employee" and should now be entitled to "customer" - it has been a year and a half. This being said, I was speaking to an old friend who was managing and a server came up and just said "Comp stamp." This is rude if I'm a customer, I have complete respect that the servers want to leave - but don't interrupt a customer to do so.
After that the little bro asked me to pick him up from his date, to which he also asked if I could drive his girl home. I asked him straight out if I had an option to which he said "no." This did not leave a happy me. That night led to a colmination (which I'm not even sure if that is spelt right) of (1) Intervention about my sex life/preference (2) being stood up by the pierced bartender (3) being treated rudely at a place I used to call home (4) driving all over Milwaukee to get my bro's girl home. It also turns out that the money I gave him for his date was used up entirely by her for dinner and the movie, the poor boy couldn't even eat because he had limited funds. We got Taco Bell on the way back and he realized I was cranky (also adding to being broke - since I paid for Taco Bell), so he walked the dog for me both at 11:00 at night and in the morning.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Luck of the Irish?
I'm not Irish at all. Therefore, there is no "kiss me I'm Irish" shirt in my closet or drawers and also no luck on St. Patty's day. My counterpart for a partial night of drinking never called, to tell you the truth - I didn't care.
On to funnier things. I'm pretty sure my family staged an intervention for me yesterday along the lines of if I was, or was not, a lesbian since it's been nearly two years since I've had a boyfriend as the same with sex. I was prompted by a family member to give a crazy look when I was told, "Well, with the new job - there will be time for a BOY (strong emphasis) friend."
To make things slightly clear to everyone who questions this and knows me - let's recap the latest year or so with the dudes I've had "in my life"
Mr. Ad - passive aggressive, not my style. Also needs attention.
Mr. D - not sure what happened there. Got mad when I bought him a drink and we never talked since.
Mr. L - doesn't drink, smoke or have sex. Enough said.
#3 - we got close. He got far.
Guy from the karaoke bar - gay.
Guy from my christmas party - turned out to nail his ex-fiancee, then try to get some from me AND later revealed he was gay.
Rockstar - he was 30+ and in a band. Never had a real job. Dated for over a year and his mantra was "when I'm playing a gig - I'm single." Nice.
#1 - "saw eachother" for 8 months, then told me was ready for a girlfriend - it just wasn't me. Now we're just friends.
Ex-fiance - Sued me for HIS credit card debt.
Greek Guy - we call him this because he had a HONKING nose. Wanted a threesome with my roommate while we were seeing eachother. Preceeded to shower with her - I left, to buy THEM dinner. Don't know what happened - just knew I wasn't getting naked with him anymore.
That's what I can remember at this point - can anyone blame me for not having a boyfriend? Didn't think so.
I get asked WHY a lot and sometimes I explain, sometimes I try to be funny, sometimes I get up and leave. The truth is - to date me, it's probably a bit of hard work. Due to the above, I no longer will rearrange my life to be with some guy. So if you even want to get a date with me, you gotta catch me with my planner in hand and have me write it down. I also have to be attracted to you. You also have to realize that I'm busy and not throw hissy fits when I can't meet you on the drop of a hat. Please be respectul that I live (more than likely) FAR away from you (or at least WORK far away from you) and that I don't necessarily want to drive 1/2 an hour to see you, especially when I invite you to my side of town and you say no. So I don't blame those that don't want to date me either.
I've lately been thinking - maybe, just once, I'll sleep with someone to get me over the hump. Then I don't. Probably better that way. Sex is not a toy, but damn is it fun.
On to funnier things. I'm pretty sure my family staged an intervention for me yesterday along the lines of if I was, or was not, a lesbian since it's been nearly two years since I've had a boyfriend as the same with sex. I was prompted by a family member to give a crazy look when I was told, "Well, with the new job - there will be time for a BOY (strong emphasis) friend."
To make things slightly clear to everyone who questions this and knows me - let's recap the latest year or so with the dudes I've had "in my life"
Mr. Ad - passive aggressive, not my style. Also needs attention.
Mr. D - not sure what happened there. Got mad when I bought him a drink and we never talked since.
Mr. L - doesn't drink, smoke or have sex. Enough said.
#3 - we got close. He got far.
Guy from the karaoke bar - gay.
Guy from my christmas party - turned out to nail his ex-fiancee, then try to get some from me AND later revealed he was gay.
Rockstar - he was 30+ and in a band. Never had a real job. Dated for over a year and his mantra was "when I'm playing a gig - I'm single." Nice.
#1 - "saw eachother" for 8 months, then told me was ready for a girlfriend - it just wasn't me. Now we're just friends.
Ex-fiance - Sued me for HIS credit card debt.
Greek Guy - we call him this because he had a HONKING nose. Wanted a threesome with my roommate while we were seeing eachother. Preceeded to shower with her - I left, to buy THEM dinner. Don't know what happened - just knew I wasn't getting naked with him anymore.
That's what I can remember at this point - can anyone blame me for not having a boyfriend? Didn't think so.
I get asked WHY a lot and sometimes I explain, sometimes I try to be funny, sometimes I get up and leave. The truth is - to date me, it's probably a bit of hard work. Due to the above, I no longer will rearrange my life to be with some guy. So if you even want to get a date with me, you gotta catch me with my planner in hand and have me write it down. I also have to be attracted to you. You also have to realize that I'm busy and not throw hissy fits when I can't meet you on the drop of a hat. Please be respectul that I live (more than likely) FAR away from you (or at least WORK far away from you) and that I don't necessarily want to drive 1/2 an hour to see you, especially when I invite you to my side of town and you say no. So I don't blame those that don't want to date me either.
I've lately been thinking - maybe, just once, I'll sleep with someone to get me over the hump. Then I don't. Probably better that way. Sex is not a toy, but damn is it fun.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Happy St. Patty's Day!
Hey it's St. Patrick's Day! So lift up your green beers and cheer!
On with updates on me - this week has been crazy busy and I didn't mind it one bit. I love my new job so far :)
On an interesting note - my old boss called me yesterday regarding an article that was placed on behalf of a client, turns out the number ran wrong. I'm sitting on the opposite end of the phone 1/2 in disbelief that I'm supposed to care and 1/2 in disbelief that I do. I informed him the information was pulled off the creative brief and emailed (he wrote the brief) which should still be in my email box. Thinking to myself I finally realized - someone had to proof that before running and it wasn't me (I was gone) - so who did it? I left him a follow up voicemail asking that very question. But I've been obsessing over it. I talked with a friend last night who informed me to stop caring, I don't work there. Had they given me more than 2 hours to leave - perhaps three days or so, then I should. I'm trying.
On with updates on me - this week has been crazy busy and I didn't mind it one bit. I love my new job so far :)
On an interesting note - my old boss called me yesterday regarding an article that was placed on behalf of a client, turns out the number ran wrong. I'm sitting on the opposite end of the phone 1/2 in disbelief that I'm supposed to care and 1/2 in disbelief that I do. I informed him the information was pulled off the creative brief and emailed (he wrote the brief) which should still be in my email box. Thinking to myself I finally realized - someone had to proof that before running and it wasn't me (I was gone) - so who did it? I left him a follow up voicemail asking that very question. But I've been obsessing over it. I talked with a friend last night who informed me to stop caring, I don't work there. Had they given me more than 2 hours to leave - perhaps three days or so, then I should. I'm trying.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Nixing the smoking
One good effect of working in an even smaller business is the lack of people that decide to fill their lounges with cancerous smoke every day. I have officially not even knocked out a pack in three days. This is a HUGE accomplishment. When at the other job, I smoked a pack and a half - yes, AND A HALF a day because I needed the break, the escape. I have decided to not even tempt myself, and I leave the pack in the car.
I have noticed I am INCREDIBLY tired by 2:00 - but perhaps this goes hand in hand with the lack of caffine and no green tea for the afternoon.
Man, I'm so itching to land a sale. I'm calling out my dogs even before training is over. I figure I'll put out the feelers and when I'm ready - BANG.
In other news, I'm so happy I still get to dog sit this weekend for my favorite pooch! I was a bit afraid since the dog sitting was with a, now, former employee that I might never see him (or her) again. I got a call this morning saying I still could watch him, in fact she needed me a day earlier. This works out well, since I do believe that I don't get paid this week and the funds are aching just a tad bit in the account. This can happen when you get three days off of your job with out compensation.
As for this weekend, I'm pretty sure I ticked off Mr. Ad pretty bad and that I should stop making excuses for my behavior. The reality of the situation is that between #3 and the ex and the ex-fiance fiasco last year, I'm not sure it's even there. As one of my lovely friends put it - it's either there or it isn't. Now the questioning of my preference hasn't stopped, but I'm not going to push the issue just to get some d*ck to prove I'm not bi or lesbian. As I tried to explain to #1 the other night, I'm very asexual right now - not feeling drop-dead-sexy, come take me now. I feel horrible because he is very nice, but I'm just not ready :( (That's right - I used an emoticon)
Back to looking for articles and the basics.
I have noticed I am INCREDIBLY tired by 2:00 - but perhaps this goes hand in hand with the lack of caffine and no green tea for the afternoon.
Man, I'm so itching to land a sale. I'm calling out my dogs even before training is over. I figure I'll put out the feelers and when I'm ready - BANG.
In other news, I'm so happy I still get to dog sit this weekend for my favorite pooch! I was a bit afraid since the dog sitting was with a, now, former employee that I might never see him (or her) again. I got a call this morning saying I still could watch him, in fact she needed me a day earlier. This works out well, since I do believe that I don't get paid this week and the funds are aching just a tad bit in the account. This can happen when you get three days off of your job with out compensation.
As for this weekend, I'm pretty sure I ticked off Mr. Ad pretty bad and that I should stop making excuses for my behavior. The reality of the situation is that between #3 and the ex and the ex-fiance fiasco last year, I'm not sure it's even there. As one of my lovely friends put it - it's either there or it isn't. Now the questioning of my preference hasn't stopped, but I'm not going to push the issue just to get some d*ck to prove I'm not bi or lesbian. As I tried to explain to #1 the other night, I'm very asexual right now - not feeling drop-dead-sexy, come take me now. I feel horrible because he is very nice, but I'm just not ready :( (That's right - I used an emoticon)
Back to looking for articles and the basics.
On a PC
Wow - blogger is TOTALLY different on a PC. Awesome.
My first day was great. Super fabulous awesome, great. I"m pumped. After work my new boss and I went to a networking event at a local brewery - I knew there was a good chance that a couple from my old company would be there; however, no one but the two of them really went. Turns out five of them decided to go last night. Awkward, but fine. I miss my Art Director the most. He told me to call him to get drinks.
The best thing about this new job is I get to actually use my planner - and it's packed. I'm house sitting this week for my mom, which makes trotting my little brother around as well as new job activities REALLY packed. But this fabulous new job has something called "comp" time - so every time you work over 40 you get credit towards 20 hours of take off time :) It's awesome.
When I walked in there was a dozen pink (my favorite!) roses, I get to use my own laptop which is amazing just at that so I'm not transfering files all the time, and the people are so great.
I can't wait to get started today :)
My first day was great. Super fabulous awesome, great. I"m pumped. After work my new boss and I went to a networking event at a local brewery - I knew there was a good chance that a couple from my old company would be there; however, no one but the two of them really went. Turns out five of them decided to go last night. Awkward, but fine. I miss my Art Director the most. He told me to call him to get drinks.
The best thing about this new job is I get to actually use my planner - and it's packed. I'm house sitting this week for my mom, which makes trotting my little brother around as well as new job activities REALLY packed. But this fabulous new job has something called "comp" time - so every time you work over 40 you get credit towards 20 hours of take off time :) It's awesome.
When I walked in there was a dozen pink (my favorite!) roses, I get to use my own laptop which is amazing just at that so I'm not transfering files all the time, and the people are so great.
I can't wait to get started today :)
Saturday, March 11, 2006
It's the weekend ...
Eek. I drank too much last night. Partial celebration, partial habit.
I'm so pumped about this new job - one that I can use #3 in hard core but my drunkiness screwed that up. I pitched, he bought - then mentioned the girlfriend and I told him to tell my ex that I was sorry for everything that happened between us. He hesitated, I said "screw it - I don't think would approve." I told my bud who was bartending that I was one of those girls that deserved to be hit by a car ...
Since my new job is sales, I decided to act like a professional and cleaned out the car hardcore. In a little bit I'm going to go to the car wash and get that puppy vacuumed out (mainly because there is hardcore dog hair all over it). In the meantime I'm actually cleaning - something I should have done in my recent three days off. Something I've always noticed about sales people is that their cars are CLEAN. Beautifully clean. This is my time to reinvent and start over (with out having to leave state or country for that matter).
Two more days! I can't wait to start ...
I'm so pumped about this new job - one that I can use #3 in hard core but my drunkiness screwed that up. I pitched, he bought - then mentioned the girlfriend and I told him to tell my ex that I was sorry for everything that happened between us. He hesitated, I said "screw it - I don't think
Since my new job is sales, I decided to act like a professional and cleaned out the car hardcore. In a little bit I'm going to go to the car wash and get that puppy vacuumed out (mainly because there is hardcore dog hair all over it). In the meantime I'm actually cleaning - something I should have done in my recent three days off. Something I've always noticed about sales people is that their cars are CLEAN. Beautifully clean. This is my time to reinvent and start over (with out having to leave state or country for that matter).
Two more days! I can't wait to start ...
Friday, March 10, 2006
I can't wait for work!
Three days of nothing is not so much fun, I'm bored. Incredibly bored. I've washed my carpets - twice. I actually found myself wanting someone from the office (old one) to call and yell about something. Then I found myself disturbed that no one even emailed - even returning mine.
Adjustment periods suck. Back to cleaning carpets.
Adjustment periods suck. Back to cleaning carpets.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
The real world of advertising
For some reason blogger.com hasn't been loading up on my computer correctly so I've got a big post to make to fill you in.
Tuesday was an interesting day - I've not been happy at work for months to the point where I get sick, literally, before going. During another lecture session I told my boss that I was thinking of resigning on Wednesday. He then, basically, fired me under the pretention of a "resignation" letter that he wrote for me and I had two hours to clean my desk.
This is the reality of advertising in a small town. A resignation letter can not only mean your last day, but also your last moment in advertising. Now I hear what is said about me after I leave and I got a phone call from my boss urging me to do good PR with all the folks at the agency to make good. For instance, I informed a co-worker I would be back the next day to review files, but she was at lunch. I really have no want to go back - had they let me work until Friday it would have all been taken care of, but in the meantime I've gotten comfortable with the thought that I don't work there anymore.
To make Tuesday more interesting, I had a job interview and I got the job! I start on Monday and am thrilled, I hope I do incredibly well!
Tuesday was an interesting day - I've not been happy at work for months to the point where I get sick, literally, before going. During another lecture session I told my boss that I was thinking of resigning on Wednesday. He then, basically, fired me under the pretention of a "resignation" letter that he wrote for me and I had two hours to clean my desk.
This is the reality of advertising in a small town. A resignation letter can not only mean your last day, but also your last moment in advertising. Now I hear what is said about me after I leave and I got a phone call from my boss urging me to do good PR with all the folks at the agency to make good. For instance, I informed a co-worker I would be back the next day to review files, but she was at lunch. I really have no want to go back - had they let me work until Friday it would have all been taken care of, but in the meantime I've gotten comfortable with the thought that I don't work there anymore.
To make Tuesday more interesting, I had a job interview and I got the job! I start on Monday and am thrilled, I hope I do incredibly well!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
A Bedtime Story
Once upon a time a wonderful girl got her dream job right out of college, it was for little money but worth doing what her passion was for. Two years later she finds out that she's on the radar of getting canned ... and she doesn't care.
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