Last night was a charity event for the YWCA - which included a bachelor's auction. The event was a "donation" of $25.00 which entered you into a raffle and got you a drink of choice and also allowed your name to be put on bachelor silent auction. 12 viable candidates walked around and schmoozed with the ladies, all trying to get the most money for their, ummm, "services" for one evening.
A bit in the tank - I bid on the cute guy at the door then downed a couple more beers and chatted with a couple friends. At 9:00 they started awarding Violent Femmes and Ben Folds tickets, one of our friends won two. Then the raffle and she won a spa gift certificate. The other girl that we were there with won golf tickets. A couple other people won the next random prizes and it was time to award the grand prize ... a custom tailored and designed outfit and called out the numbers. To my surprise, it was my ticket! Pumped, I gladly accepted the prize!
Then the bachelor winners were announced and it turns out my $25 bid actually won one of the guys. Some of the darling gentleman never got bid on at all. Lesson to all - silent bachelor auctions don't work.
In other happenings, I spent the night with the dogs at their house. The next day I packed them up and brought them back to my house. Hearing my voice, my happy cat wandered out to say hello. His beautiful white face was black. I grabbed him, panicked that he had gotten into my paint and tried to scrub his face to no avail. I then surveyed my supplies and saw that none of the paints or paintings had been struck. Angrily I picked him up and went next door to my sisters. I didn't even knock. She was having dinner with my dad and I strutted in and presented my once cutie pie cat to my family. I demanded to know what happened.
My dad laughed. Turned out during his kitty sitting, he was using a sharpie to which my cat was very attracted. Enjoying the smell, he rubbed his head against it - staining his fur black. My dad let this continue until he was happily stoned and permanently dyed.
That's not all of the fun animal stories. The youngest of the two dogs I'm puppy sitting for is wired at night and has been causing me to get around 3 hours of sleep. Not happy this morning, I took them on a walk - only to notice the older dog bleeding from her paw. I felt horrible. The week before, she broke her toe nail at the base, I rushed her to the vet. After saying it might be broken and other random could-be's it turns out it's just an infection - but I still feel like a horrible doggy-sitter.
On the rush to the vet I got a phone call which said this ...
"Hi this is 2002 from the other night at the bar. I met you last week, will be there this week and ... well wanted to cash in on that blow job."
Random rants in drunken stages that you think are funny and may have told his boss do not turn out to be good.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Thirteen Things that Surprised Me This Week
1. Random acts of kindness really do put you in the best mood ever.
2. Drunken rants get back to you ... see my post today.
3. My cat likes sharpies - and now he looks like an idiot.
4. Two little dogs take up a lot of room in bed.
5. Movie tickets are now $9.75 a piece.
6. $25.00 for charity gets you more than a good feeling.
7. Sunset Wheat is better than Blue Moon.
8. eBay is a good place to sell and buy good quality junk.
9. It's nice to see people fall in love, even when it's not you.
10. Taylor Hicks won American Idol.
11. My built-in retainer broke while still glued to my teeth. Guess I should've gotten removed 5 years ago.
12. Dog cookies taste like people cookies.
13. How time flies ...
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
And in the thirteenth hour ...
In the 13th hour, I'm exhausted and the day may be over but not the week.
So here I am, at the beautiful house I'm sitting the dogs at, on the comfy chair, watching Tivo-ed House, with my laptop on my lap. My mind is still at work, going a random 30 miles an hour - jumping from sales, to testimonials, to anticipation over what my students will say tomorrow at lunch for my "review."
It's been almost two years since I was in college, anticipating the review of classes and here I am nervous over what they will say. I must admit, this hasn't been my finest hour as a mentor. Between the job change and the hours change, I haven't been as accessible as I usually am. I even got the flu and slept through a meeting. After talking with former students they suggested that I'm too accessible, no longer making me a mentor but a companion. While this is good for connection's sake, it is not good for viewing me as a professional. Other mentors request that students meet them during business hours, at their offices and at their convenience. For me it's after hours, weekends, it's traveling out of my range. 1/2 way into the semester I actually became a professional but I started off not as one which can't be good for a review. It's funny how three students, will make or break my day.
That is my over-tired rant of the evening. Now it's one last run with the dogs and to bed I go!
So here I am, at the beautiful house I'm sitting the dogs at, on the comfy chair, watching Tivo-ed House, with my laptop on my lap. My mind is still at work, going a random 30 miles an hour - jumping from sales, to testimonials, to anticipation over what my students will say tomorrow at lunch for my "review."
It's been almost two years since I was in college, anticipating the review of classes and here I am nervous over what they will say. I must admit, this hasn't been my finest hour as a mentor. Between the job change and the hours change, I haven't been as accessible as I usually am. I even got the flu and slept through a meeting. After talking with former students they suggested that I'm too accessible, no longer making me a mentor but a companion. While this is good for connection's sake, it is not good for viewing me as a professional. Other mentors request that students meet them during business hours, at their offices and at their convenience. For me it's after hours, weekends, it's traveling out of my range. 1/2 way into the semester I actually became a professional but I started off not as one which can't be good for a review. It's funny how three students, will make or break my day.
That is my over-tired rant of the evening. Now it's one last run with the dogs and to bed I go!
Monday, May 22, 2006
Much Over Due ...
Fair warning this post will be long. I've been so busy I haven't been able to post so I'll cram my week happenings into this little blog.
On Wednesday I had my deposition in the morning, or what I would like to call - the worst hour and a half of my life. Turns out that lawyers don't like it when you tell them that the first thing the client said to you was that they were going to sue you - especially when they actually are. After two thousand questions about sidewalk construction, my lack of memory of last names over three years and being asked the whereabouts of employees that no longer worked there, my nerves were frazzled. Turns out the guy is suing about five people, so there were approximately 8 lawyers in the conference room - all of which felt at one point or another that a question needed objection or that I was being badgered.
Here's the deal with the depositions - it's not like the court of law where someone says "objection" and you don't answer - no, you still have to answer. This is also included with "Objection! Badering the witness!" I answered the same five questions over and over again. Could I remember verbatim what I said? No, not verbatim. I also WAY over used the phrase "to my recollection." Yipes.
So I didn't have a very productive afternoon after that - and my frazzled nerves were not up to playing softball. Thank goodness I live in Wisconsin. The beautiful morning turned into rain and HAIL. That's right, hail. They promptly cancelled our game and it was my understanding that my old job owed me a free beer - or six.
After work I sat at the bar by myself, downed a couple Berry Weises and then my boss joined me for dinner. We closed the restaurant and I can officially say that I had been WAY over served. But I wasn't done yet. We headed over to the 1850, dressed in grubby clothes and enjoyed some more alcholic beverages.
About an hour into the evening, a girl came up to me - advised me she was not a lesbian, but wanted to know if I was single. I said yes, she said her friend was interested. I was exhausted and drunk and didn't want to play the cute-girl-flirt game so I bought him a beer (hindsight - that encourages conversation) and thought that would call it the night. Turned to conversate with my friends and was informed he was standing behind me.
After awhile of conversation, we found out we attended the same school (note - this conversation has never worked well for me - so I don't know why this time was any different). Now, the first time this came about was when I was 21 and had tried to have a one night stand. The next morning we found out we went to the high school - only he graduated 10 years before me. This time was the opposite - he graduated in 2002. When he asked me when I graduated, I informed him that there was actually 9s involved in my date and left it as is.
Now, I've drank enough that everything out of my mouth is hilarious and I'm no longer speaking to be serious - just to be funny. A friend and I ducked out to the bathroom, occuppied by two other ladies and had a conversation about my encounter.
B: "What do you think of him?"
MG:"Not my type."
B: "But he's nice."
MG: "I'd give him a blow job but that's about it ..."
The older lady looked at me, I thought she might know him and I really wasn't being serious - it just sounded like something funny to say. After realizing that she probably didn't - I went back out to continue conversations with him.
About 1/2 an hour later, he grabbed two ladies walking back saying he wanted to introduce me to his boss ... that's right. His boss. Also the ladies who were in the bathroom. The ladies that heard me say I'd give him a blow job. Eeek.
It was at this time that I was sobering up and decided to head out. The girls behind me grabbed me and asked if either of the guys I was with was my boyfriend - I informed her "no." She said, "Great - my friend thinks you're hot ..."
STOP. Twice in one night? Huh? I left before I met him, it was a bit of overload for me. I went to bed.
On Thursday we had a large networking event to attend to. Also attending was the cute boy who works at one of our referrals. A night of harmless flirting ended up with a successful event toast and celebration. Where I found out he has a girlfriend who is from another country (like an ocean-seperated country) and they live together. She's a bit over zealous and he's looking forward to a female-less summer when she goes home. I thought to myself, "An 8 week in ..." That is horrible - I know it is. I was the girlfriend that had girls think about that to my boyfriend. But the thought did cross my mind - several times, including this morning.
On Friday I went home and went to bed.
On Saturday I went craft shopping with a friend from work who is getting married. We headed back to my place and promptly made about 8 different versions of invitations - it was a ton of fun. I haven't arts & crafted in awhile. Then headed over to another friend from work's house where I am dog sitting, got the tour and enjoyed a couple mojitos.
On Sunday I had breakfast with the family, did some laundry, ate dinner with the family and had a girl's night Desperate Housewives party.
That brings me back to today! Today I've been trying to do as many random acts of kidness as humanly possible - I thought it would be a great Thursday Thirteen.
On Wednesday I had my deposition in the morning, or what I would like to call - the worst hour and a half of my life. Turns out that lawyers don't like it when you tell them that the first thing the client said to you was that they were going to sue you - especially when they actually are. After two thousand questions about sidewalk construction, my lack of memory of last names over three years and being asked the whereabouts of employees that no longer worked there, my nerves were frazzled. Turns out the guy is suing about five people, so there were approximately 8 lawyers in the conference room - all of which felt at one point or another that a question needed objection or that I was being badgered.
Here's the deal with the depositions - it's not like the court of law where someone says "objection" and you don't answer - no, you still have to answer. This is also included with "Objection! Badering the witness!" I answered the same five questions over and over again. Could I remember verbatim what I said? No, not verbatim. I also WAY over used the phrase "to my recollection." Yipes.
So I didn't have a very productive afternoon after that - and my frazzled nerves were not up to playing softball. Thank goodness I live in Wisconsin. The beautiful morning turned into rain and HAIL. That's right, hail. They promptly cancelled our game and it was my understanding that my old job owed me a free beer - or six.
After work I sat at the bar by myself, downed a couple Berry Weises and then my boss joined me for dinner. We closed the restaurant and I can officially say that I had been WAY over served. But I wasn't done yet. We headed over to the 1850, dressed in grubby clothes and enjoyed some more alcholic beverages.
About an hour into the evening, a girl came up to me - advised me she was not a lesbian, but wanted to know if I was single. I said yes, she said her friend was interested. I was exhausted and drunk and didn't want to play the cute-girl-flirt game so I bought him a beer (hindsight - that encourages conversation) and thought that would call it the night. Turned to conversate with my friends and was informed he was standing behind me.
After awhile of conversation, we found out we attended the same school (note - this conversation has never worked well for me - so I don't know why this time was any different). Now, the first time this came about was when I was 21 and had tried to have a one night stand. The next morning we found out we went to the high school - only he graduated 10 years before me. This time was the opposite - he graduated in 2002. When he asked me when I graduated, I informed him that there was actually 9s involved in my date and left it as is.
Now, I've drank enough that everything out of my mouth is hilarious and I'm no longer speaking to be serious - just to be funny. A friend and I ducked out to the bathroom, occuppied by two other ladies and had a conversation about my encounter.
B: "What do you think of him?"
MG:"Not my type."
B: "But he's nice."
MG: "I'd give him a blow job but that's about it ..."
The older lady looked at me, I thought she might know him and I really wasn't being serious - it just sounded like something funny to say. After realizing that she probably didn't - I went back out to continue conversations with him.
About 1/2 an hour later, he grabbed two ladies walking back saying he wanted to introduce me to his boss ... that's right. His boss. Also the ladies who were in the bathroom. The ladies that heard me say I'd give him a blow job. Eeek.
It was at this time that I was sobering up and decided to head out. The girls behind me grabbed me and asked if either of the guys I was with was my boyfriend - I informed her "no." She said, "Great - my friend thinks you're hot ..."
STOP. Twice in one night? Huh? I left before I met him, it was a bit of overload for me. I went to bed.
On Thursday we had a large networking event to attend to. Also attending was the cute boy who works at one of our referrals. A night of harmless flirting ended up with a successful event toast and celebration. Where I found out he has a girlfriend who is from another country (like an ocean-seperated country) and they live together. She's a bit over zealous and he's looking forward to a female-less summer when she goes home. I thought to myself, "An 8 week in ..." That is horrible - I know it is. I was the girlfriend that had girls think about that to my boyfriend. But the thought did cross my mind - several times, including this morning.
On Friday I went home and went to bed.
On Saturday I went craft shopping with a friend from work who is getting married. We headed back to my place and promptly made about 8 different versions of invitations - it was a ton of fun. I haven't arts & crafted in awhile. Then headed over to another friend from work's house where I am dog sitting, got the tour and enjoyed a couple mojitos.
On Sunday I had breakfast with the family, did some laundry, ate dinner with the family and had a girl's night Desperate Housewives party.
That brings me back to today! Today I've been trying to do as many random acts of kidness as humanly possible - I thought it would be a great Thursday Thirteen.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Thirteen Things I Found in My Closet
1. My cat. Sleeping on my new clean sheets. Damn it.
2. My photo printer - now I can get those pics off the digital!
3. My favorite lip gloss, which I'm not sure if I should put on - but did anyway.
4. $4.22 - all in pennies.
5. My little black purse my cousin gave me for graduation.
6. My painting paints :) My favorite pair of sweat pants that I ruined while painting last year!
7. My fish underwear. They have little bitty fishies all over them, so cute!
8. A speaker cord, to a speaker I don't own.
9. Ace of Bass Baby!
10. The Michael Jackson Trilogy - in tapes?! (That also made it into the give away bin)
11. My favorite mascara - I don't think I can use it any more.
12. Lots and lots of plugs and cords.
13. My phoenix paintings :) YEAH!
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
The Day Before ...
Tomorrow I give my deposition for my old employer, today I chit chatted with the lawyer over lunch. I think I should do okay, but I am a bit nervous about it! There's so much to remember from three plus years ago and I'm hoping I remember correctly. I have to remember, "As I remember it ..." and that it's okay to say "I'm not sure."
Not an overly exciting weekend, spent way too much on Mom for Mother's Day (not that she didn't deserve it - but $250 is a lot of money). My little brother was supposedly broke and decided not to buy her anything. Nice kid huh? He still lives at home and is by far the most spoiled 19 year old I've ever known. The kid has never worked more than 10 hours in a week and has no want to because she does everything for him. So I took him shopping and told him to pick up whatever he wanted and I'd buy it - $50.00 later, he was actually happy. But then, I noticed he went out and bought himself a bunch of things which just made me angry. I may not be broke, broke anymore but I still don't have extra money. Spending that $50.00 meant for going groceries for two weeks for me, the least he could have done was reimburse me $10.
But enough about that, on the topic of being used let me take you back about 8 months ago. I had a best friend for over four years, it was a pretty one-sided relationship (me being the side, of course) however, I enjoyed her company and put up with her antics. I had been the one to bail her out of jail, pick her up drunk from bars, turn her courthouse wedding into a real wedding (I made her a boquet, drove her, got her all the something old, something news, etc) and when she showed up at my door in July with her bags in her hand and no place to live, I let her move in. Three months later I was being sued by the ex-boyfriend and was broker than anyone I knew. I didn't eat, I didn't travel, I didn't do anything that cost me money. She had never given me a dime, though my apartment costs went up (nothing was included) from her being there all the time, and she agreed to take over my lease because I was in dire streits. The day we were supposed to turn over the lease, I came home early and she was moving out - she wasn't even going to tell me. She left me stuck in an apartment where she had stained the carpet with red wine, gotten hair dye on the walls and more. I had no choice but to move because I couldn't afford it anymore, I argued with the rental agency but they wouldn't let me out of the lease. I left 2 weeks later by breaking the lease and received a letter that there was supposedly over $500 worth of damages to the place (repainting & carpet replacement). We didn't talk for two months after that. Then out of the blue I get a call saying she was sorry and she'd make it up to me by buying me a drink.
I stupidly said yes. She met me out but forgot her ID. Gave me a $20, I got beers and gave her the change. 20 minutes later she claimed I never did, threw a fit and I got fed up and went to the ATM to withdrawl $20 to make her happy. Then she had the nerve to use me as a taxi service (OK, I enabled it, I know) by driving her 45 minutes away from my house. I was totally fed up - this was her making it up to me? Costing me more money?
Since that incident, we hadn't spoken. Yesterday I got a call saying she read the local paper and saw the write up about my new job - she wanted to get together and hang out. I'm still wrestling with the idea ... even though I know it's just because she needs something right now.
And that's been my week so far!
Not an overly exciting weekend, spent way too much on Mom for Mother's Day (not that she didn't deserve it - but $250 is a lot of money). My little brother was supposedly broke and decided not to buy her anything. Nice kid huh? He still lives at home and is by far the most spoiled 19 year old I've ever known. The kid has never worked more than 10 hours in a week and has no want to because she does everything for him. So I took him shopping and told him to pick up whatever he wanted and I'd buy it - $50.00 later, he was actually happy. But then, I noticed he went out and bought himself a bunch of things which just made me angry. I may not be broke, broke anymore but I still don't have extra money. Spending that $50.00 meant for going groceries for two weeks for me, the least he could have done was reimburse me $10.
But enough about that, on the topic of being used let me take you back about 8 months ago. I had a best friend for over four years, it was a pretty one-sided relationship (me being the side, of course) however, I enjoyed her company and put up with her antics. I had been the one to bail her out of jail, pick her up drunk from bars, turn her courthouse wedding into a real wedding (I made her a boquet, drove her, got her all the something old, something news, etc) and when she showed up at my door in July with her bags in her hand and no place to live, I let her move in. Three months later I was being sued by the ex-boyfriend and was broker than anyone I knew. I didn't eat, I didn't travel, I didn't do anything that cost me money. She had never given me a dime, though my apartment costs went up (nothing was included) from her being there all the time, and she agreed to take over my lease because I was in dire streits. The day we were supposed to turn over the lease, I came home early and she was moving out - she wasn't even going to tell me. She left me stuck in an apartment where she had stained the carpet with red wine, gotten hair dye on the walls and more. I had no choice but to move because I couldn't afford it anymore, I argued with the rental agency but they wouldn't let me out of the lease. I left 2 weeks later by breaking the lease and received a letter that there was supposedly over $500 worth of damages to the place (repainting & carpet replacement). We didn't talk for two months after that. Then out of the blue I get a call saying she was sorry and she'd make it up to me by buying me a drink.
I stupidly said yes. She met me out but forgot her ID. Gave me a $20, I got beers and gave her the change. 20 minutes later she claimed I never did, threw a fit and I got fed up and went to the ATM to withdrawl $20 to make her happy. Then she had the nerve to use me as a taxi service (OK, I enabled it, I know) by driving her 45 minutes away from my house. I was totally fed up - this was her making it up to me? Costing me more money?
Since that incident, we hadn't spoken. Yesterday I got a call saying she read the local paper and saw the write up about my new job - she wanted to get together and hang out. I'm still wrestling with the idea ... even though I know it's just because she needs something right now.
And that's been my week so far!
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Thirteen Reasons Why I Have a Great Mom
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In honor of Mother's Day, here's a post on why my mom is so fabulous 1. She may be in her 40s, but she could be 25. 2. We travel well together - and I never have to pay. 3. She was in a bad marriage to my dad and was strong enough to leave. 4. She was even stronger when she fell in love with my stepdad 5. To whom she is still married to and still loves more and more every day. 6. She lets me bitch, she lets me cry, she lets me laugh with her. 7. She's taught me that independence is not a bad thing. 8. And when you're so independent that you can't afford food - there's always some at her place. 9. She's vibrant and kind and loving, all at the same time. 10. The best way to express anger is to give someone a sweet nickname, like cupcake. 11. She knows life isn't easy and doesn't pretend that it will be. 12. She's shown us that you can have a professional career and a family. 13. The best reason why she's so fabulous - because she's all mine! (Well, mine and my brothers and sister) Links to other Thursday Thirteens! 1. Lauren 2. Scouser 3. Susan 4. Bar a bar a 5. TNT Chick 6. Leesa 7. Mrs. Cranky Pants 8. Joan 9. Wystful1 10.Carmen |
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Monday, May 08, 2006
10:30pm in Chicago
My feet are killing me, I'm full and I'm tired. And I can't wait for tomorrow!
We have email access at the hotel (paid for it though) and found out an old lead just got approval, this week is looking up pretty well! :D Well going to bed for an early day tomorrow!
We have email access at the hotel (paid for it though) and found out an old lead just got approval, this week is looking up pretty well! :D Well going to bed for an early day tomorrow!
Off to Chicago!
There's a great conference going on in Chicago this weekend that I'm hoping to pick up some great leads on. It's the ACCM, which is catalog, internet and multichannel merchants - all I'm sure that need to learn updates in software!
This weekend was pretty relaxing after the whole Cinco de Mayo incident. However, I get into work this morning to receive a cordial thank you from BS that completely confused me. I'm guessing this was a one time occurence. Who writes an email that says they had a great time with me & my friends, have a good day, talk to you soon? You forgot to sign it with your last name dumb a**.
My little crush from bowling also finally emailed me - he's such a cute, nice guy - therefore meaning I'd totally screw up any relationship chance with him. He was just checking in after me giving him a hard time on Friday about not emailing me.
And that's about it in the boy news for me. I'm going to send cutie pie from our client meeting a thank you for inviting us - hope to see him at the next meeting type letter.
This weekend was pretty relaxing after the whole Cinco de Mayo incident. However, I get into work this morning to receive a cordial thank you from BS that completely confused me. I'm guessing this was a one time occurence. Who writes an email that says they had a great time with me & my friends, have a good day, talk to you soon? You forgot to sign it with your last name dumb a**.
My little crush from bowling also finally emailed me - he's such a cute, nice guy - therefore meaning I'd totally screw up any relationship chance with him. He was just checking in after me giving him a hard time on Friday about not emailing me.
And that's about it in the boy news for me. I'm going to send cutie pie from our client meeting a thank you for inviting us - hope to see him at the next meeting type letter.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Cinco de Mayo - Ouch.
Cinco de Mayo was a blast yesterday - but oh how the tequila and lack of sleep hurts one's head.
The morning started incredibly chaotic. Our two classes weren't set up in time, everything was in disarray. The stress ball came in handy. When things settled down around the 8:30 mark, I tried to pull out my stops to book leads to no avail. Noon brought around a lunch meeting that lasted until 1:00. Margaritas began at 2:30.
We went to a client's Cinco de Mayo party, tipped back some margaritas and did a little flirting with a boy that goes to the meetings I host every month. Did some more flirting with the guys from bowling. By now I regretted wearing those oh so cute heels.
After that, conned a friend into going on my "business meeting." She was convinced that business meetings don't happen at 7:00 at night on a Friday night - I was convinced otherwise. After my lovely email that morning, I wasn't even sure he'd be there. So the plan was laid into action - she'd have one cocktail, head down to Le Fuentes if he was there. Turns out the line was HUGE. 15 minutes to get in the door and an hour wait. Anyone say "yikes?" She drove, so she dropped me off to find parking. I stood in line, he showed up (just as cute as I remember), I had my file folder, looking all professional and what not. He informed me of the wait, I suggested Le Fuentes. We walked down there (friend in tote) and realized that line was even longer (it was Cinco de Mayo). We opted for across the road, Habanas, it's Cuban - that's close, at least geographically.
A couple mojitos into the conversation, we were still talking business. He was a really great guy, big heart - an honest to God boy scout (actually Eagle Scout - I jokingly asked, and it turns out he was!). He wants to do all these great things for low-income families. It's fabulous. He was fabulous. But we were still talking business.
Three mojitos and two margaritas later, he was finally drunk enough to stop talking business and kissed me - we did that for about two hours. Grabbed a ride with another friend to another bar that was closer to my car and stayed there for about 15 minutes. My feet killed, I couldn't take it anymore. Offered him a ride home and off we went.
He decided to stay at a hotel (I know, I know), pulled up there and made out like high schoolers. I decided that there was no way I was going to bone him if he was drunk, so I told him if wanted to continue this in the morning to call me (I also had to work at 8am). I drove home, my face raw from kissing (it's been WAY to long), and grabbed a couple hours of sleep.
Went to work this morning with a killer headache. Turns out that tequila really isn't my friend. After putting in the time he didn't call. I jagged around a little bit to see if he would while I was on that side of town but he didn't. I'm sure his hangover was worse. But hey - it's been 2 years and a couple of months since I've been laid still! If he does choose to call, I can't promise I'll keep that new year's resolution.
It may have taken a couple months, but sex is coming back to the tales in this blog!
The morning started incredibly chaotic. Our two classes weren't set up in time, everything was in disarray. The stress ball came in handy. When things settled down around the 8:30 mark, I tried to pull out my stops to book leads to no avail. Noon brought around a lunch meeting that lasted until 1:00. Margaritas began at 2:30.
We went to a client's Cinco de Mayo party, tipped back some margaritas and did a little flirting with a boy that goes to the meetings I host every month. Did some more flirting with the guys from bowling. By now I regretted wearing those oh so cute heels.
After that, conned a friend into going on my "business meeting." She was convinced that business meetings don't happen at 7:00 at night on a Friday night - I was convinced otherwise. After my lovely email that morning, I wasn't even sure he'd be there. So the plan was laid into action - she'd have one cocktail, head down to Le Fuentes if he was there. Turns out the line was HUGE. 15 minutes to get in the door and an hour wait. Anyone say "yikes?" She drove, so she dropped me off to find parking. I stood in line, he showed up (just as cute as I remember), I had my file folder, looking all professional and what not. He informed me of the wait, I suggested Le Fuentes. We walked down there (friend in tote) and realized that line was even longer (it was Cinco de Mayo). We opted for across the road, Habanas, it's Cuban - that's close, at least geographically.
A couple mojitos into the conversation, we were still talking business. He was a really great guy, big heart - an honest to God boy scout (actually Eagle Scout - I jokingly asked, and it turns out he was!). He wants to do all these great things for low-income families. It's fabulous. He was fabulous. But we were still talking business.
Three mojitos and two margaritas later, he was finally drunk enough to stop talking business and kissed me - we did that for about two hours. Grabbed a ride with another friend to another bar that was closer to my car and stayed there for about 15 minutes. My feet killed, I couldn't take it anymore. Offered him a ride home and off we went.
He decided to stay at a hotel (I know, I know), pulled up there and made out like high schoolers. I decided that there was no way I was going to bone him if he was drunk, so I told him if wanted to continue this in the morning to call me (I also had to work at 8am). I drove home, my face raw from kissing (it's been WAY to long), and grabbed a couple hours of sleep.
Went to work this morning with a killer headache. Turns out that tequila really isn't my friend. After putting in the time he didn't call. I jagged around a little bit to see if he would while I was on that side of town but he didn't. I'm sure his hangover was worse. But hey - it's been 2 years and a couple of months since I've been laid still! If he does choose to call, I can't promise I'll keep that new year's resolution.
It may have taken a couple months, but sex is coming back to the tales in this blog!
Friday, May 05, 2006
Eek?
I may have screwed up my dinner date, perhaps emailing an early invite "Just in case you don't want to waste your evening at dinner ..." Oh so stupid.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
The Craziness of My Life
Sorry I haven't posted - I'm usually so good! This week has been crazy, this weekend will be even crazier.
I'm back to counting calories and I've picked up pilates, so I'm trying to do that as often as I possibly can.
We had the Business & Technology Expo yesterday, which kept me away from (gasp!) my computer most of the day. This thing is always attached to my hip, what the hell? In the mean time I did have time to drop a guy I've been talking to my number so we could hang out (we met on myspace, I know ... I know) only to NOT get called and then get an email that he got jumped. In Milwaukee? You got jumped? Some areas are bad - but what are you doing in those areas. Rant over. Whatever. I'm kind of thinking he might have, so I'm a little bit on the guilty edge right now.
Work has been a handful to say the least. There's lots of little stuff and I'm scrapping and scrounging any lead I get. This actually may have gotten me in trouble. May fill in more later... not sure as I can't remember who all checks this blog.
To add to the craziness, I know I try my best to keep myself anonymous but ... on my 6 month anniversary of leaving the agency I've decided to stop hanging around my mask and actually start posting pictures, etc. Most people who read this and know me, know anyhow so why keep hiding? Plus, I don't believe the old place can ring me for any posts after six months.
I'm trying to decide if I should hang out at our Thursday night joint or not. One one hand, I'm running short on cash and don't really want to waste the gas, on the other hand - it's tradition. I would need to change and shower though because of pilates...
I've also WAY over booked myself for Cinco de Mayo. I have a client coming in who is AWESOME. I'll need to pick up margaritas and chips before coming in. Then I have a client lunch, an agency Fiesta with a client and a business dinner at a Mexican restaurant. After that, we have our own private fiesta.
Did I mention my business dinner date is hot? Oh yeah.
Decisions, decisions.
I'm back to counting calories and I've picked up pilates, so I'm trying to do that as often as I possibly can.
We had the Business & Technology Expo yesterday, which kept me away from (gasp!) my computer most of the day. This thing is always attached to my hip, what the hell? In the mean time I did have time to drop a guy I've been talking to my number so we could hang out (we met on myspace, I know ... I know) only to NOT get called and then get an email that he got jumped. In Milwaukee? You got jumped? Some areas are bad - but what are you doing in those areas. Rant over. Whatever. I'm kind of thinking he might have, so I'm a little bit on the guilty edge right now.
Work has been a handful to say the least. There's lots of little stuff and I'm scrapping and scrounging any lead I get. This actually may have gotten me in trouble. May fill in more later... not sure as I can't remember who all checks this blog.
To add to the craziness, I know I try my best to keep myself anonymous but ... on my 6 month anniversary of leaving the agency I've decided to stop hanging around my mask and actually start posting pictures, etc. Most people who read this and know me, know anyhow so why keep hiding? Plus, I don't believe the old place can ring me for any posts after six months.
I'm trying to decide if I should hang out at our Thursday night joint or not. One one hand, I'm running short on cash and don't really want to waste the gas, on the other hand - it's tradition. I would need to change and shower though because of pilates...
I've also WAY over booked myself for Cinco de Mayo. I have a client coming in who is AWESOME. I'll need to pick up margaritas and chips before coming in. Then I have a client lunch, an agency Fiesta with a client and a business dinner at a Mexican restaurant. After that, we have our own private fiesta.
Did I mention my business dinner date is hot? Oh yeah.
Decisions, decisions.
Thursday Thirteen - Featuring Martinis!
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1. Grape - brings back the goodness of kool-aid, you don't realize it even has booze in it. Bad, bad, bad. But so good, good, good. 2. Cosmopolitan - who can say no to the traditional pink goodness? 3. White Cosmopolitan - new twist on an old favorite - get the recipe by clicking on the link on the side. 4. Black Cosmoplitan - not my favorite - not really sure what was going on here. 5. Sydney's Cosmo (at the Outback) - A regular cosmo with a bit of Mango Monin. 6. Chocolate Martini - yum, yum. Best with Godiva. 7. Sour Apple Martini - Pucker up baby! 8. Thin Mint Martini - Chocolate with a bit of mint. 9. Lemon Drop Martini - Just like the shot! 10. Champagne Martini - The bubbles just do something to you. 11. Pineapple Martini 12. Chocolate Raspberry Martini - Chocolate. Raspeberry. Sold! 13. Dirty Lake Michigan - okay, not a real martini - but I only drank twelve. Hello, 12 martinis in one week is almost saying you've got a problem. For those of you not around these parts - a dirty lake michigan means water (yeah, the lake stinks). Links to other Thursday Thirteens! 1. http://diaryofthenello.com 2. http://carmenhasgonetoplaid.blogspot.com 3. http://moodswingcreations.com/blog/ 4. http://overanalyzed.blogspot.com |
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Monday, May 01, 2006
Wa-HOO!
I made it on to the Thursday Thirteen blogroll! That is so exciting for me! (Yes I am easily amused, especially when it comes to myself)
Confirmation.
I have a portion of my family that lives in Minnesota - a very snotty, "we're better than you" portion of my family. My uncle is awesome, his wife and daughter are not. At family reunions the women of his family don't mingle with anyone, they make it known that they don't care for us. His daughter speaks down to us (did I mention that she's 13 and I'm 25?), she even challenged my Latin, claiming that I didn't know squat. I replied I didn't need to justify three years of Latin to a 12 year old.
Recently, we received a confirmation card from her, basically reading "send gifts." My mom fretted over sending something since when I graduated from college, I didn't even get a card from them. I had $50 in gift certificates for a website from house sitting for a friend and offered to buy her a gift from our family from there since I hadn't used them yet. We picked out a necklace and with shipping it was $40! So much for my gift being used for me! Irritated, I still processed the gift. Knowing them, she probably won't even send a thank-you.
Speaking of family, our reunion is coming up and the theme this year is "Pirates of the Cariibbean," so this weekend we went shopping. Turns out there was a beauty store on the Northside hosting a $10 wig sale. We walked in, the only two white people in the whole joint, and were helped by this awesome guy. We got some kick ass wigs (including one that was REAL hair and not synthetic) and some great ideas for our costumes.
And that was just about the weekend!
Recently, we received a confirmation card from her, basically reading "send gifts." My mom fretted over sending something since when I graduated from college, I didn't even get a card from them. I had $50 in gift certificates for a website from house sitting for a friend and offered to buy her a gift from our family from there since I hadn't used them yet. We picked out a necklace and with shipping it was $40! So much for my gift being used for me! Irritated, I still processed the gift. Knowing them, she probably won't even send a thank-you.
Speaking of family, our reunion is coming up and the theme this year is "Pirates of the Cariibbean," so this weekend we went shopping. Turns out there was a beauty store on the Northside hosting a $10 wig sale. We walked in, the only two white people in the whole joint, and were helped by this awesome guy. We got some kick ass wigs (including one that was REAL hair and not synthetic) and some great ideas for our costumes.
And that was just about the weekend!
Friday, April 28, 2006
Random notes at midnight.
Here are my random thoughts and notes at 20 to midnight.
If you found out tomorrow morning that you would not be alive at the end of the day - would you regret the life you've had or could you say you've had a full life? I was out with a co-worker tonight and recanting some expeditions I've been on in my last twenty five years. She looked at me and said that I had lived a fuller life than she had in her late thirty years. That got me thinking about the question above.
I can tell great stories, I have worked a variety of jobs, I have felt I was in love (in hindsight, I do believe I never actually have been), I have cried over nothing and cried over everything, I have proven that I am a great person, I have changed people's lives. I think if I found out that I would not be here tomorrow, I would try new things but at the end of the day believe I have lived a good life. This is not to say that I haven't had my ups and downs (hello December - February on this blog!), it's to say that I have aspects of my life that would be envied by others. I may not own my own house or be married or have children, but I have a great family, I have raised a great cat, I have had experiences other people haven't. I have lived a full life.
On a less serious note, this morning I noticed a suspicious looking spot on my cat's nose, head and shoulders. It turns out that when I tried to dye my hair blonde last night, he rubbed up against it! It explains why my hair turned red instead of blonde, it wasn't blonde dye in the box! His white hair matched mine perfectly. While I originally freaked out (he is my baby), everything turned out fine. We'll see how permanent this stuff really is.
Also, in a random note of fifteen minutes of hilarity - I had a client meeting with a large company today. Prior to the meeting our admin needed a check deposited but needed to be a shoulder for her friend, so I agreed to do it for her. After driving and NOT finding the US Bank building on Plankinton in downtown Milwaukee, it dawned on me that the US Bank Building would have to house a US Bank. I pulled into the parking lot, walked out the door and found myself in virtual "where is the bank?" hell. The best doorman on the planet directed me that I was in the US Corps building, not the US Bank Center which was a block and a half up the road. It turns out that if I would have taken the skywalk, I would have been there already but because the rotating doors don't go in - just go out - so I needed to walk up two blocks, over one and down one because the roads were closed that would directly lead me to it. Finally, I got in and got out of the bank, got my parking validated and headed to wash and vacuum my car. In the meantime I have one thing to say to Secret - Platinum Protection my a**.
I pulled up to the vacuums to realize that it would cost me $1.00 to get the darn thing on plus $1.00 to put air in the tire. Having only 4 quarters (they don't take dollar bills, dimes, nickels or pennies), I opted to vacuum. The vacuum happily ate my quarters but opted to not give me anything in return. I decided that the dog hair could wait, I would just wash the car. Now, it's 2006 that means that almost everything runs on credit cards. Having no cash on me, I pulled up only to have to pull out - this one didn't take the cards. I had already filled my tank with gas, therefore not being able to use the credit feature on the pumps to get the wash, so I backed out to head back to the office.
Of course at this time, traffic on National was hell and I couldn't make a left. Instead I made a right, figuring I'd drive the block and end up at a stop light. Oh no, my dear readers, the stop light did not exsist and I ended up wasting fuel for nothing (at least I could have refueled to get the wash - but now I just wanted to be at my desk). I finally got onto National by making a sharp turn - only to have the roll of quarters I picked up at the bank for work go flying into the dog hair mess I call my vehicle. It took me ten minutes in the parking garage to find the quarters, apply new deodarant and head back to the office to enjoy my sub. While frustrating, the events are kind of funny.
If you found out tomorrow morning that you would not be alive at the end of the day - would you regret the life you've had or could you say you've had a full life? I was out with a co-worker tonight and recanting some expeditions I've been on in my last twenty five years. She looked at me and said that I had lived a fuller life than she had in her late thirty years. That got me thinking about the question above.
I can tell great stories, I have worked a variety of jobs, I have felt I was in love (in hindsight, I do believe I never actually have been), I have cried over nothing and cried over everything, I have proven that I am a great person, I have changed people's lives. I think if I found out that I would not be here tomorrow, I would try new things but at the end of the day believe I have lived a good life. This is not to say that I haven't had my ups and downs (hello December - February on this blog!), it's to say that I have aspects of my life that would be envied by others. I may not own my own house or be married or have children, but I have a great family, I have raised a great cat, I have had experiences other people haven't. I have lived a full life.
On a less serious note, this morning I noticed a suspicious looking spot on my cat's nose, head and shoulders. It turns out that when I tried to dye my hair blonde last night, he rubbed up against it! It explains why my hair turned red instead of blonde, it wasn't blonde dye in the box! His white hair matched mine perfectly. While I originally freaked out (he is my baby), everything turned out fine. We'll see how permanent this stuff really is.
Also, in a random note of fifteen minutes of hilarity - I had a client meeting with a large company today. Prior to the meeting our admin needed a check deposited but needed to be a shoulder for her friend, so I agreed to do it for her. After driving and NOT finding the US Bank building on Plankinton in downtown Milwaukee, it dawned on me that the US Bank Building would have to house a US Bank. I pulled into the parking lot, walked out the door and found myself in virtual "where is the bank?" hell. The best doorman on the planet directed me that I was in the US Corps building, not the US Bank Center which was a block and a half up the road. It turns out that if I would have taken the skywalk, I would have been there already but because the rotating doors don't go in - just go out - so I needed to walk up two blocks, over one and down one because the roads were closed that would directly lead me to it. Finally, I got in and got out of the bank, got my parking validated and headed to wash and vacuum my car. In the meantime I have one thing to say to Secret - Platinum Protection my a**.
I pulled up to the vacuums to realize that it would cost me $1.00 to get the darn thing on plus $1.00 to put air in the tire. Having only 4 quarters (they don't take dollar bills, dimes, nickels or pennies), I opted to vacuum. The vacuum happily ate my quarters but opted to not give me anything in return. I decided that the dog hair could wait, I would just wash the car. Now, it's 2006 that means that almost everything runs on credit cards. Having no cash on me, I pulled up only to have to pull out - this one didn't take the cards. I had already filled my tank with gas, therefore not being able to use the credit feature on the pumps to get the wash, so I backed out to head back to the office.
Of course at this time, traffic on National was hell and I couldn't make a left. Instead I made a right, figuring I'd drive the block and end up at a stop light. Oh no, my dear readers, the stop light did not exsist and I ended up wasting fuel for nothing (at least I could have refueled to get the wash - but now I just wanted to be at my desk). I finally got onto National by making a sharp turn - only to have the roll of quarters I picked up at the bank for work go flying into the dog hair mess I call my vehicle. It took me ten minutes in the parking garage to find the quarters, apply new deodarant and head back to the office to enjoy my sub. While frustrating, the events are kind of funny.
Anticipation is killing me.
Today is driving me nuts. So close to meeting that sales goal - and of course, not one lead going through. Sigh.
So as always, I am filling the time with blog-hopping. I've touch based on all my favorites - including a new one that I bumped into blog hopping last week and I'm stealing this post from Liz, who I hope doesn't mind. Check out her blog at mathspiffy.blogspot.com (or the link on the side).
Stuff on timers...
Things that should be on timers:
1. Baked goods in the oven.
2. Sporting events.
3. Certain TV shows.
4. The amount of time that any politician is allowed to speak.
5. The amount of time that any politician can stay in office.
6. George W. Bush.
7. Bad relationships.
8. Unhappy times.
9. Misery.
10. Jealousness.
Things that should not be on timers and suck when they are:
1. Exams.
2. Homework schedules.
3. Being young and healthy.
4. Fulfillment.
5. Fun.
6. Carefreeness.
7. Passion.
8. Incredible connections.
9. Bliss.
10. Wonderful Relationships.
So as always, I am filling the time with blog-hopping. I've touch based on all my favorites - including a new one that I bumped into blog hopping last week and I'm stealing this post from Liz, who I hope doesn't mind. Check out her blog at mathspiffy.blogspot.com (or the link on the side).
Stuff on timers...
Things that should be on timers:
1. Baked goods in the oven.
2. Sporting events.
3. Certain TV shows.
4. The amount of time that any politician is allowed to speak.
5. The amount of time that any politician can stay in office.
6. George W. Bush.
7. Bad relationships.
8. Unhappy times.
9. Misery.
10. Jealousness.
Things that should not be on timers and suck when they are:
1. Exams.
2. Homework schedules.
3. Being young and healthy.
4. Fulfillment.
5. Fun.
6. Carefreeness.
7. Passion.
8. Incredible connections.
9. Bliss.
10. Wonderful Relationships.
Grape Martinis = Good Time
One of my favorite pubs has a Purple Haze martini - which in the past has led to a good old time and many great stories and memories. Due to becoming a "grown up" in the last two years, I haven't had the opportunity to venture there much and have gone through Purple Haze withdrawl ... until a couple weeks ago.
A place in downtown has recently become a regular hang out. On our first visit, I asked the bartender what she was really good at making and she mentioned a grape martini. It was their rendition of the Purple Haze, and it was fantastic. Every Thursday we pop by to hear a musician and I drink the lovely martinis. I've built up a bit of tolerance to them, but the lack of having substantial food (I ate sushi for lunch and some fruit snacks) led to me getting a little tipsy on the flavored drink. It was a great time. With that in mind - I've posted a new recipe on my martini blog which has been ignored in the past months. Please enjoy!
A place in downtown has recently become a regular hang out. On our first visit, I asked the bartender what she was really good at making and she mentioned a grape martini. It was their rendition of the Purple Haze, and it was fantastic. Every Thursday we pop by to hear a musician and I drink the lovely martinis. I've built up a bit of tolerance to them, but the lack of having substantial food (I ate sushi for lunch and some fruit snacks) led to me getting a little tipsy on the flavored drink. It was a great time. With that in mind - I've posted a new recipe on my martini blog which has been ignored in the past months. Please enjoy!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
My First Thursday Thirteen
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I like to read them - so why not join them? Here are 13 things that have gotten on my nerves this week: (1) Comments on people's blogs that are random and have nothing to do with what was posted. "Hey you should check out my blog on mortgage loans ..." Umm, that had nothing to do with being single, having sex, or living in Milwaukee and if you've actually read my blog, you'll realize I don't own a house or plan on buying one - but gee, thanks. (2) Friendship convenience. We are not friends if you don't return my phone calls. You only call when you need something, so I've deleted you from my phonebook. (3) Unreturned emails. I guess it's better than hurt feelings, but I hate the anticipation that I might make a sale, and you never email back. (4) "I need this." Congratulations, but I need to clean my house. I'm 25, sometimes I just want to relax at home. (5) Calories. Why aren't more delicious things covered in peanut butter and chocolate zero in calories? (6) The fact that Related is probably not coming back. I'm not jumping on the Bachelor/Bachelorette band wagon. No way. (7) The flu. Oh, I should've gotten the shot in fall. But I did lose 5 lbs! (8) My blogger friends that are MIA. It's not really on my nerves - I just miss you :( (9) Tom Cruise. You had a kid - millions of people do it every day. (10) Katie Holmes. Run, run, run. Your man is crazy and the whole world feels for you. Please run. (11) Myspace. I have a picture that I previously posted here of my leg and put it on myspace. I've gotten six solicitations to lick my toes. Need I say more? (12) Freeway drivers. You almost hit my car by merging into my lane, but then you slow down to 10 miles an hour. WTF? (13) Sleep. I need to get some, but just haven't had time! Links to other Thursday Thirteens! 1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!) |
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood ...
I took a walk around the block to get my mind off of work. I am so close to making my target, but now I don't know if it'll happen.
Yesterday it was cold and rainy, today it is sunny and beautiful. The weather is insane in the good old state of Wisconsin!
Yesterday it was cold and rainy, today it is sunny and beautiful. The weather is insane in the good old state of Wisconsin!
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Friends only Friends When ...
Have you ever noticed that some people are only in your life at their convenience? I have a good handful of friends that don't return calls unless they need something. In the recent six months, my phone calls have not been returned until I get a message that works as the follows:
"I just got kicked out of my place ..."
"I think I might be pregnant"
"I was looking for a new job and ..."
"Remember that guy you dated, well I want you to call him and hook us up"
"I was wondering if I could get someone who ..."
I have worked my butt off to make the contacts that I have over the last three years, granted if you need someone I probably have a resource that will give it to you for an affordable price, but still. I have also dated a handful of guys, so it might be damn near impossible to meet someone who I haven't kissed or flashed and I will always provide a bed or drink when something happens to you, but how much of a friend are you if you don't even answer my calls when I call you.
Messages I have left to the same people:
"I just quit my job."
"I just found out XY and Z are gay and I've been dating them"
"I can't have kids."
"I just really need a drink tonight"
And NONE, NONE of these have been returned!
Tonight I went to my old stomping grounds after a long day at work (hour wise, not energy wise) and on my second beer the bartender asked me about a comment I made to him when I left last time. I told him I was never coming back (which I frequented this place at least twice a week and dropped between $25 and $100 each time - depending on how long I was there), and he wanted to know why. I informed him that I am NOT an employee any more and half the staff doesn't know me - therefore, when we are having a conversation, I don't want to hear that they need comps or what not. I also informed him I'm sick of people who pretend to be my friend when I walk in, but then won't return my calls (him included). He jumped on the defensive, saying that he's just busy. Then in the next breath asked me for contacts for a business he's launching.
The bad thing is that I know him and I do miss our friendship, so I will give him those contacts but you just can't help to wonder if he'll ever be there when I need him.
"I just got kicked out of my place ..."
"I think I might be pregnant"
"I was looking for a new job and ..."
"Remember that guy you dated, well I want you to call him and hook us up"
"I was wondering if I could get someone who ..."
I have worked my butt off to make the contacts that I have over the last three years, granted if you need someone I probably have a resource that will give it to you for an affordable price, but still. I have also dated a handful of guys, so it might be damn near impossible to meet someone who I haven't kissed or flashed and I will always provide a bed or drink when something happens to you, but how much of a friend are you if you don't even answer my calls when I call you.
Messages I have left to the same people:
"I just quit my job."
"I just found out XY and Z are gay and I've been dating them"
"I can't have kids."
"I just really need a drink tonight"
And NONE, NONE of these have been returned!
Tonight I went to my old stomping grounds after a long day at work (hour wise, not energy wise) and on my second beer the bartender asked me about a comment I made to him when I left last time. I told him I was never coming back (which I frequented this place at least twice a week and dropped between $25 and $100 each time - depending on how long I was there), and he wanted to know why. I informed him that I am NOT an employee any more and half the staff doesn't know me - therefore, when we are having a conversation, I don't want to hear that they need comps or what not. I also informed him I'm sick of people who pretend to be my friend when I walk in, but then won't return my calls (him included). He jumped on the defensive, saying that he's just busy. Then in the next breath asked me for contacts for a business he's launching.
The bad thing is that I know him and I do miss our friendship, so I will give him those contacts but you just can't help to wonder if he'll ever be there when I need him.
A Confident Woman
Have you ever walked down a street and saw a gorgeous man with a not so gorgeous woman and wondered to yourself, "How the hell did that happen?" It was explained to me once upon a time ago by a friend - it's all in one word, confidence. A woman that thinks of herself as sexy will appear more sexy to a man than the most gorgeous woman who lacks it. Is that 100% true, I don't think so, but it deserves some merit.
With that said... I was not so happy with myself because I lacked to even book at $200 class yesterday. I wasn't feeling well and had slapped on some jeans and a t-shirt with my running jacket over the top. I even wore grandma panties. I wasn't feeling the confidence, so it's no wonder I didn't book anything.
Contemplating this when the alarm went off I decided I wouldn't dress to the nine for work - but I'd look like it was business casual and I put on my sexy professional underwear - a nice pin-stripped thong with a little lace and the bra that makes me look like I'm totting D's instead of C's.
The result? I've booked $2K this morning. Three more to go and I have comissions.
So does feeling sexy equate confidence? So far, so good.
With that said... I was not so happy with myself because I lacked to even book at $200 class yesterday. I wasn't feeling well and had slapped on some jeans and a t-shirt with my running jacket over the top. I even wore grandma panties. I wasn't feeling the confidence, so it's no wonder I didn't book anything.
Contemplating this when the alarm went off I decided I wouldn't dress to the nine for work - but I'd look like it was business casual and I put on my sexy professional underwear - a nice pin-stripped thong with a little lace and the bra that makes me look like I'm totting D's instead of C's.
The result? I've booked $2K this morning. Three more to go and I have comissions.
So does feeling sexy equate confidence? So far, so good.
Feeling much better
Today I am feeling much better, but not going to tempt fate by eating poorly - on the upside this is the kick that I needed to get back on the health track any how. I did yoga for awhile yesterday to help "center" myself - I forgot how much that stuff kicks your butt! I was more sweaty after 15 minutes of that then I was after 25 on the bike. Depending on how I'm feeling this afternoon, I might walk to my mom's for dinner - it's a mile and a half, if I could do that a couple of times a week that would save gas AND help me whip into shape a bit.
Looks like we're going to Vegas over Labor Day again - a bit soon for my taste, I'd like to actually have time to collect money and since the finances won't actually be in order until July that only gives me two months to collect. A second job is looking pretty nice right now, but most of the bars aren't hiring in the areas that I need them to be.
I didn't book any sales yesterday - I'm so close, but still so far away. This sucks. I've posted all over the place, I've made the calls, I've sent the emails but nada. Here's hoping that today will be a better one.
On a completely opposite note - it seems like everyone around me is indulging in Spring Flings right now. Any person that I did know that was remotely single seems to be hooking up with people, there's nothing like love in the air to make a single person uncomfortable. Half of me wonders why, I've been single for two years now, I should just be ignoring it. Everyone in my life seems to be trying to hook me up with someone as well - but they tend to fall through. My dad actually said he wanted me to go out with this guy - turns out the guy wasn't interested in me, but in my dad. This haunts me even when I'm not picking them up!
I'm getting antsy these days for a relationship, but then I remember the lack of time that I have to put into it so it would ultimately fail anyhow, so what's a girl to do? It's been awhile since I've even randomly made out with someone. I can't even remember the last time I took a nap with someone of the opposite sex - HELL, I haven't even go to the bars with my guy friends! There has been major lack of interaction with people with penises.
Well, guess instead of blogging I should be looking for sales ... I'm sure I'll be back for a noon-er!
Looks like we're going to Vegas over Labor Day again - a bit soon for my taste, I'd like to actually have time to collect money and since the finances won't actually be in order until July that only gives me two months to collect. A second job is looking pretty nice right now, but most of the bars aren't hiring in the areas that I need them to be.
I didn't book any sales yesterday - I'm so close, but still so far away. This sucks. I've posted all over the place, I've made the calls, I've sent the emails but nada. Here's hoping that today will be a better one.
On a completely opposite note - it seems like everyone around me is indulging in Spring Flings right now. Any person that I did know that was remotely single seems to be hooking up with people, there's nothing like love in the air to make a single person uncomfortable. Half of me wonders why, I've been single for two years now, I should just be ignoring it. Everyone in my life seems to be trying to hook me up with someone as well - but they tend to fall through. My dad actually said he wanted me to go out with this guy - turns out the guy wasn't interested in me, but in my dad. This haunts me even when I'm not picking them up!
I'm getting antsy these days for a relationship, but then I remember the lack of time that I have to put into it so it would ultimately fail anyhow, so what's a girl to do? It's been awhile since I've even randomly made out with someone. I can't even remember the last time I took a nap with someone of the opposite sex - HELL, I haven't even go to the bars with my guy friends! There has been major lack of interaction with people with penises.
Well, guess instead of blogging I should be looking for sales ... I'm sure I'll be back for a noon-er!
Monday, April 24, 2006
Delays in posting ... it happened to me.
This weekend my aunt and uncle had it.
Late last week my grandma had it.
Early last week my brother had it.
The week before that my sister had it and it sent her to the hospital.
At first I thought I did too many Jell-O shots on Gallery Night.
On Sunday I thought it was from the cheap hot dog at the Brewers game.
But, I was done in. I have the flu.
I haven't had the chills in forever, but last night I was under three blankets freezing while sweating my a** off. It makes no sense. This morning was a bit better and I went into work, one bite of my spaghetti and I'm wishing I wouldn't have done it. This sucks.
Late last week my grandma had it.
Early last week my brother had it.
The week before that my sister had it and it sent her to the hospital.
At first I thought I did too many Jell-O shots on Gallery Night.
On Sunday I thought it was from the cheap hot dog at the Brewers game.
But, I was done in. I have the flu.
I haven't had the chills in forever, but last night I was under three blankets freezing while sweating my a** off. It makes no sense. This morning was a bit better and I went into work, one bite of my spaghetti and I'm wishing I wouldn't have done it. This sucks.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Gallery Night
Tonight is Gallery Night in the Third Ward in downtown Milwaukee - lots of local artisits on display and area galleries are open late. It's also my boss's celebration, so tonight is going to be crazy insane. We made 378 Jell-O shots for tonight, not to mention ordered a bunch of kegs of beer from the Milwaukee Ale House (Louie's Demise included - yum, yum!) and wine. Ah, the life of artists!
In preperation for tonight, my boss and I went shopping at a little botique on Brady. I love boutiques, I really do but I don't like the pricing. I can't imagine purchasing a shirt for more than $30; however, the woman is a friend to my boss and I found some really cute stuff. Turns out I spent $200 on three things! Ouch! There went any cash that I was anticipating spending this week. Worst of all, two items are on layaway until pay day. Stupid, I know. One of the tops is incredibly cute, and I will be sporting it this evening.
The countdown is already going on in the office, 45 minutes until the intense process of looking like I belong in a gallery. Oye veh!
In preperation for tonight, my boss and I went shopping at a little botique on Brady. I love boutiques, I really do but I don't like the pricing. I can't imagine purchasing a shirt for more than $30; however, the woman is a friend to my boss and I found some really cute stuff. Turns out I spent $200 on three things! Ouch! There went any cash that I was anticipating spending this week. Worst of all, two items are on layaway until pay day. Stupid, I know. One of the tops is incredibly cute, and I will be sporting it this evening.
The countdown is already going on in the office, 45 minutes until the intense process of looking like I belong in a gallery. Oye veh!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Last Night
Our first event for a new group that I'm a board member on was last night. For being a brand-spanking new club, still trying to figure out the ranks, we had 40 people show up to hear our Education Speaker. That was pretty darn good if you ask me! However, the club is traditionally for people 32 and younger - then all the people I used to work with at the agency showed up. That was a bit akward.
My favorite line of the night was, "So how are you doing? How is the new job?" Hoping that I would say it was awful when it was quite the contrary. "I love it. I'm doing great. I love the people and I love the format." Smile. Walk away. It was like salt in their wounds, priceless i tell you. Absolutely priceless.
My favorite line of the night was, "So how are you doing? How is the new job?" Hoping that I would say it was awful when it was quite the contrary. "I love it. I'm doing great. I love the people and I love the format." Smile. Walk away. It was like salt in their wounds, priceless i tell you. Absolutely priceless.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Suing
Funny story. I'm at work hem-hawing about how I need to get more sales. Joking with everyone at work when the phone rings. It's a lawyer. My old employer is being sued and I happened to be managing the night the incident occurred (2002!) so I have to give a deposition. Funny thing is that I remember the incident to a T. She started reading a write up on the incident, I wrote it. So guess who is going to court?
I hate court. They owe me BIG.
I hate court. They owe me BIG.
Hmm...
I paid $40 for a trim that I could have got at Cost Cutters for $5.00 (it was Tuesday). That irks me. I wasn't thrilled with the new hairdresser, granted - my hair was a mess from the last cut and it was an atrocious eight weeks holding out for growth - but she really didn't do anything but bob-cut it. I had two options - pixie or bob. So that's the news on the hair ...
This week isn't as free flowing as the week before vacation at work. I've sold barely anything. I've sent out 45 emails telling people about classes and I've gotten no responses. I've posted on Craig's, on myspace, on everything - and nada. I'm at my end on how to keep booking. Sales so far are $15K, I need it to be around $60K and the month is already 1/2 over.
I talked to my dear friend the other night and it makes me sad for a number of reasons. (A) I wish she was here, I miss going out - but she's a mom now and even if she was it wouldn't be like old times. (B) She's lost sight of how incredibly beautiful she is and how she deserves the world. I love her husband to death, but he's a constant battle. A 30-something year old autonomously stuck in a 19 year old's personality. I wish he'd realize how lucky he was. And finally (C) I wish I could get down to see her, spend some time. Gas hit $3.09 today and she lives about 300 miles away. While I'm doing better financially, I'm not doing so well that I can take a $150 hit on gas.
As for the old love life, there's no news there. #1 is annoying the crap out of me and I keep going back to thinking that maybe our friendship isn't a good idea. He's notoriously jealous of when I do have any potential in my life, he's very in to him self and he's just - well I guess, he's just the same old guy he always was. It might be the time of year where we all get a little restless for our summertime love.
This week isn't as free flowing as the week before vacation at work. I've sold barely anything. I've sent out 45 emails telling people about classes and I've gotten no responses. I've posted on Craig's, on myspace, on everything - and nada. I'm at my end on how to keep booking. Sales so far are $15K, I need it to be around $60K and the month is already 1/2 over.
I talked to my dear friend the other night and it makes me sad for a number of reasons. (A) I wish she was here, I miss going out - but she's a mom now and even if she was it wouldn't be like old times. (B) She's lost sight of how incredibly beautiful she is and how she deserves the world. I love her husband to death, but he's a constant battle. A 30-something year old autonomously stuck in a 19 year old's personality. I wish he'd realize how lucky he was. And finally (C) I wish I could get down to see her, spend some time. Gas hit $3.09 today and she lives about 300 miles away. While I'm doing better financially, I'm not doing so well that I can take a $150 hit on gas.
As for the old love life, there's no news there. #1 is annoying the crap out of me and I keep going back to thinking that maybe our friendship isn't a good idea. He's notoriously jealous of when I do have any potential in my life, he's very in to him self and he's just - well I guess, he's just the same old guy he always was. It might be the time of year where we all get a little restless for our summertime love.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Time for a change.
Karma isn't the right word for it, but I use it anyway. When I need to change something, bring myself some different kind of luck, I change my hair. Just to recap my last year - I had long blonde hair. Then I had short blonde hair. Then I had medium blonde hair and dyed in light brown. Then I dyed it black. Then it faded to dark brown and I got it cut short. I've kept it medium-ish and brown for the last five or so months. The last time I got it cut my hairdresser was going through a crisis, just broke up with her boyfriend, was broke and signed up for Vegas, etc and she chop-jobbed me. I still gave her a $20 tip even though I hated it. The last eight weeks I've been hoping for the weird angles to grow out, but to my dismay it hasn't. I've hot ironed, I've curled, I've air dryed and I've blow dryed. I've switched shampoos, I've flopped conditioners, I've gone with out washing it - just hoping to look somewhat normal. The layers are still out of whack but I can't take much more of it. Not sure if it's a karma switch or just a switch anymore.
So I called to schedule an appointment yesterday, only to find my dear hairdresser gone! I thought of going back to my older hair dresser who gave me the short blonde, look-like-a-butch cut but opted to try a different hair dresser at the salon I've been going too.
Before signing up I asked how she felt about 80's hair - big, bushy, flipped Farrah Fawcett style. The receptionist assured me she didn't think much of it, so I signed up. There's two things I can't stand - the use of anything electric that buzzes used in conjunction with my head and big hair. No 80's and no pixie cuts here.
The new hairdresser releases me from the over-tipping that I commonly gave to the old one (cuts are $30 and I always gave $50) but I don't know her style. Her name is Zoey - so I'm assuming hip and trendy or hippy baby. I'm just hoping not my mom's age. The one scary moment is that I called yesterday at 3:30 and got in for today at 4:45. She could be new. Just not too new.
We'll see how the day pans out - 2 hours until the cut. I don't even know how to fix what I have. My instructions will be no electric razors, no big hair. Something professional, nothing too short. Something sexy, not slutty. Hmmm ... wonder what she'll come up with?
I'm also tired of the dark hair and toying with dye-ing it tonight as well.
Enough with hair. I think I've been lying to myself about not wanting a relationship. Post-vacation always does this too me. I always wish for the pick up at the airport, the flowers or at least the kiss. Granted my kitty head butted me in his "I missed you" fashion and my vibrator roared from not being used and got me off in a 5 minute display of affection. But there's something lacking.
#1 and I have been fighting. I get mad because he solicites me for sex and even when I consider it I have to go to his dirty apartment to do it. So I don't. Then he gets mad. He's horrible in bed, why would I even want to do it. Plus he bit my nipple off just a couple months ago (check out December posts for that story - it hurts to even think about it). He still does the same thing that he did when we were actually seeing eachother - it's always him. It's always go to him, do this for him, be there for him. I suggest doing something different and he wants to stay in. Then he tells me I blow him off and guilt trips me. I ignore him. I get over it in a week and apologize - the same damn circle. He's a great friend, don't get me wrong, but he's a little crazy (probably why I like him so much anyhow).
The sad thing is that he's the only boy in my life right now. The baby's daddy scared me from anything. I haven't met anyone when going out lately. I go out with friends and hang out with friends and go home by myself. I don't mind the out and the hanging, but I would like to not go home by myself or call someone when I'm done.
So I called to schedule an appointment yesterday, only to find my dear hairdresser gone! I thought of going back to my older hair dresser who gave me the short blonde, look-like-a-butch cut but opted to try a different hair dresser at the salon I've been going too.
Before signing up I asked how she felt about 80's hair - big, bushy, flipped Farrah Fawcett style. The receptionist assured me she didn't think much of it, so I signed up. There's two things I can't stand - the use of anything electric that buzzes used in conjunction with my head and big hair. No 80's and no pixie cuts here.
The new hairdresser releases me from the over-tipping that I commonly gave to the old one (cuts are $30 and I always gave $50) but I don't know her style. Her name is Zoey - so I'm assuming hip and trendy or hippy baby. I'm just hoping not my mom's age. The one scary moment is that I called yesterday at 3:30 and got in for today at 4:45. She could be new. Just not too new.
We'll see how the day pans out - 2 hours until the cut. I don't even know how to fix what I have. My instructions will be no electric razors, no big hair. Something professional, nothing too short. Something sexy, not slutty. Hmmm ... wonder what she'll come up with?
I'm also tired of the dark hair and toying with dye-ing it tonight as well.
Enough with hair. I think I've been lying to myself about not wanting a relationship. Post-vacation always does this too me. I always wish for the pick up at the airport, the flowers or at least the kiss. Granted my kitty head butted me in his "I missed you" fashion and my vibrator roared from not being used and got me off in a 5 minute display of affection. But there's something lacking.
#1 and I have been fighting. I get mad because he solicites me for sex and even when I consider it I have to go to his dirty apartment to do it. So I don't. Then he gets mad. He's horrible in bed, why would I even want to do it. Plus he bit my nipple off just a couple months ago (check out December posts for that story - it hurts to even think about it). He still does the same thing that he did when we were actually seeing eachother - it's always him. It's always go to him, do this for him, be there for him. I suggest doing something different and he wants to stay in. Then he tells me I blow him off and guilt trips me. I ignore him. I get over it in a week and apologize - the same damn circle. He's a great friend, don't get me wrong, but he's a little crazy (probably why I like him so much anyhow).
The sad thing is that he's the only boy in my life right now. The baby's daddy scared me from anything. I haven't met anyone when going out lately. I go out with friends and hang out with friends and go home by myself. I don't mind the out and the hanging, but I would like to not go home by myself or call someone when I'm done.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Back to reality
Vacation is over. no more being drunk at 10am and continuing until midnight. No more dingings and blinking lights. Just good old Milwaukee.
I don't have anything over adventerous to report from Vegas. I was there with my mom so no flirtations happened, just drinking and walking and gambling. But it was relaxing. It was interesting waking up with no pains in my shoulder from sleeping on my rock hard bed or feeling like I needed to return that phone call ASAP. No email checking, no online access in fact (I thought I would need to buy it at least one day - but ended up not needing too!), there was nothing I had to do any day for five days. It was great.
While I didn't hit it big, I did come back with money which made me happy since that's never happened before! Even after a drunken state left me dropping my wallet - only to have it discovered by my mom an hour later, sans the $100 cash in it (but all ID and check cards were present). At the end of the day I came back with new sunglasses, a watch and $150. Not too bad.
This weekend was hectic - I have yet to unpack and do laundry, hell I have yet to sleep a full night. There was a lot of running around to be done to prep for Easter. I had just spent a week with my mom and preceeded to spend the entire weekend with her as well, cleaning and making salads for our huge Easter dinner. My poor cat. He's been all alone for over a week.
This week isn't looking much better. Tonight, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and BOTH Saturday and Sunday are booked. I miss vacation.
I don't have anything over adventerous to report from Vegas. I was there with my mom so no flirtations happened, just drinking and walking and gambling. But it was relaxing. It was interesting waking up with no pains in my shoulder from sleeping on my rock hard bed or feeling like I needed to return that phone call ASAP. No email checking, no online access in fact (I thought I would need to buy it at least one day - but ended up not needing too!), there was nothing I had to do any day for five days. It was great.
While I didn't hit it big, I did come back with money which made me happy since that's never happened before! Even after a drunken state left me dropping my wallet - only to have it discovered by my mom an hour later, sans the $100 cash in it (but all ID and check cards were present). At the end of the day I came back with new sunglasses, a watch and $150. Not too bad.
This weekend was hectic - I have yet to unpack and do laundry, hell I have yet to sleep a full night. There was a lot of running around to be done to prep for Easter. I had just spent a week with my mom and preceeded to spend the entire weekend with her as well, cleaning and making salads for our huge Easter dinner. My poor cat. He's been all alone for over a week.
This week isn't looking much better. Tonight, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and BOTH Saturday and Sunday are booked. I miss vacation.
Monday, April 10, 2006
It's official.
Vegas vacation is here. The plane leaves in three hours. I've been up since 2am. We've just started with the showers and what not. I'm pumped to relax for the week. Cash is in hand and I'm ready to leave! Starbucks coffee countdown ... two hours.
Friday, April 07, 2006
It's Friday with One Hour Left!
It is now 4:00 - which means one hour left of work then crazy running around. I'll have to buy a swimsuit, french nail manicure set and fake eyelashes tonight - all in the name of Vegas.
I'm incredibly excited to go on vacation, yet sad because my sales are REALLY good this week and if I could emmulate the same thing over the next three weeks, I'd end up with a commissions check. I guess I'll just have to majorly bust butt when I'm back.
The weather isn't looking so up in Veg-town, so much for sunbathing but who am I kidding? I'll be too drunk or too sucked into the blinking lights and sounds of "cha-ching" in metal trays (or the fake sound, since everything works by chit now) to put on the swim suit I'll go crazy looking for tonight.
The odd thing is if I would have stayed at the old job, I would be craving this break. Now, I don't feel like I need the break anymore! I'm glad I'm going it's not that desperate need to go anymore though.
In the land of boys - I got two phone calls while passed out on opening day asking me to go out with them. Neither left their number and the cell phone was off. Guess it's just not meant to be. We went to a great restaurant called "RipTide" last night after a networking event and heard Marc Ballini play - very Jack Johnson-esque so if you're into that visit him on myspace.com! He's very adorable :) But not single.
Alright, I'm going to finish things up at work and then I'll chat a bit this weekend. While on hiatous I'll make sure I take drunken pictures of debauchery.
I'm incredibly excited to go on vacation, yet sad because my sales are REALLY good this week and if I could emmulate the same thing over the next three weeks, I'd end up with a commissions check. I guess I'll just have to majorly bust butt when I'm back.
The weather isn't looking so up in Veg-town, so much for sunbathing but who am I kidding? I'll be too drunk or too sucked into the blinking lights and sounds of "cha-ching" in metal trays (or the fake sound, since everything works by chit now) to put on the swim suit I'll go crazy looking for tonight.
The odd thing is if I would have stayed at the old job, I would be craving this break. Now, I don't feel like I need the break anymore! I'm glad I'm going it's not that desperate need to go anymore though.
In the land of boys - I got two phone calls while passed out on opening day asking me to go out with them. Neither left their number and the cell phone was off. Guess it's just not meant to be. We went to a great restaurant called "RipTide" last night after a networking event and heard Marc Ballini play - very Jack Johnson-esque so if you're into that visit him on myspace.com! He's very adorable :) But not single.
Alright, I'm going to finish things up at work and then I'll chat a bit this weekend. While on hiatous I'll make sure I take drunken pictures of debauchery.
Three Days ...
Until I'm on a plane.
Until drunken debauchery.
Until gambling.
Until what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
(except on an anonymous blog!)
Until drunken debauchery.
Until gambling.
Until what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
(except on an anonymous blog!)
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Celebrity Crap
Two things.
1. See this article http://channels.netscape.com/celebrity/story.jsp?floc=ns-tos-popc-h-13&idq=/ff/story/3027/20060404/1032270211.htm&brand=wenn&maxstories=5&storyterm='britney+spears'&maxphotos=5&phototerm='britney+spears'+NOT+sculpture. I pose this question - has Britney Spears done ANYTHING not tacky since she married K-Fed? I used to be a big fan of hers and I still feel for the poor "I want a family so I'll marry a guy who has proven he can produce kids" Spears, but seriously ...
2. And this article. http://channels.netscape.com/celebrity/whisper.jsp?floc=ns-tos-popc-h-14¤t=17 on Tom Cruise. It's great he's in love and he's a fan of his religon but can we PLEASE stop with the attention-needs please. I'm a middle child and I don't even crave all this! It's irritating to still see him grace the covers of magazines and web pages because I sincerely think no one really cares, we just want to know how far off the deep end he's gone.
1. See this article http://channels.netscape.com/celebrity/story.jsp?floc=ns-tos-popc-h-13&idq=/ff/story/3027/20060404/1032270211.htm&brand=wenn&maxstories=5&storyterm='britney+spears'&maxphotos=5&phototerm='britney+spears'+NOT+sculpture. I pose this question - has Britney Spears done ANYTHING not tacky since she married K-Fed? I used to be a big fan of hers and I still feel for the poor "I want a family so I'll marry a guy who has proven he can produce kids" Spears, but seriously ...
2. And this article. http://channels.netscape.com/celebrity/whisper.jsp?floc=ns-tos-popc-h-14¤t=17 on Tom Cruise. It's great he's in love and he's a fan of his religon but can we PLEASE stop with the attention-needs please. I'm a middle child and I don't even crave all this! It's irritating to still see him grace the covers of magazines and web pages because I sincerely think no one really cares, we just want to know how far off the deep end he's gone.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Let's Make a Deal
You don't have to pay interest - just pay it back :) Yeah! That's some extra cash in the old checking account. I'm buying a swimsuit and some fake eyelashes for Vegas - the rest is purely for doing things I'd need to confess if I was Catholic (thank God for being Lutheran)!
I'm so excited about my job - looks like I'll hit my goal for the month of $20K - anything above and beyond is commission. I'll need to find someone to that needs some production work done. The goal of paying off bills is within reach, especially if I can nail down a bartending job when I get back. Ideally it would be great to get most of my car paid off and two of the many student loans.
In other news, if you're a guy you may not want this information, I got a friendly visitor today - something I'm not supposed to get. I'm on Depo (for no apparent reason except the fact that I hate getting my period and never get one on this bad boy) and surprise! I guess that's what I get when I work with mostly females.
In TV news - LOST was good as always. I went by mom's to chill out and relax.
In getting thin news - I'm doing horrible at it. I need to get the energy up and at least work out in the mornings if not do something I've never done, and start running. The forecast is calling for snow and my body for sleep - so we'll see how that gamble turns out.
Last but not least, this concludes another hump day - the count down is officially on and it's only five days until Vegas. Tomorrow is insane with a networking event at lunch and one after work. Friday is going to be packing, as I've just picked up a shift on Saturday at work (comp time - gotta love it!).
I can't believe it's almost Easter. I can't believe it's almost Vegas! It's bad to have those statements in the same sentence ...
Oh one more item-of-note: Want a cute, free e-card? Visit Hoops & Yoyo on Hallmark.com - they are awesome!
I'm so excited about my job - looks like I'll hit my goal for the month of $20K - anything above and beyond is commission. I'll need to find someone to that needs some production work done. The goal of paying off bills is within reach, especially if I can nail down a bartending job when I get back. Ideally it would be great to get most of my car paid off and two of the many student loans.
In other news, if you're a guy you may not want this information, I got a friendly visitor today - something I'm not supposed to get. I'm on Depo (for no apparent reason except the fact that I hate getting my period and never get one on this bad boy) and surprise! I guess that's what I get when I work with mostly females.
In TV news - LOST was good as always. I went by mom's to chill out and relax.
In getting thin news - I'm doing horrible at it. I need to get the energy up and at least work out in the mornings if not do something I've never done, and start running. The forecast is calling for snow and my body for sleep - so we'll see how that gamble turns out.
Last but not least, this concludes another hump day - the count down is officially on and it's only five days until Vegas. Tomorrow is insane with a networking event at lunch and one after work. Friday is going to be packing, as I've just picked up a shift on Saturday at work (comp time - gotta love it!).
I can't believe it's almost Easter. I can't believe it's almost Vegas! It's bad to have those statements in the same sentence ...
Oh one more item-of-note: Want a cute, free e-card? Visit Hoops & Yoyo on Hallmark.com - they are awesome!
Today's Ramblings
So - my tad bit of complaining was a little unfounded. Turns out the HRA people didn't receive a couple of my faxes, now the earliest I can get the check is next Friday. How funny is that? Seriously. All the cash is coming in when I get back from Vegas. So I decided to pull the Daddy card. I could smack myself. Tonight is negotiations with Pops, I will try to negotiate a $300 loan which will, indefinitely, cost me $350. Not to mention I'm late on rent too. Eh-gad.
In commission related news - I booked my $3100 sale today :) Oh joy! Sales for the month, two days in, are around $5K. Hopefully I'm not using up all my luck here, I'd prefer it in Vegas.
I'm hoping to ditch out of work around 5:00, just in time to play "Let's make a deal" and get the check to the bank. I do still have to buy a swimsuit and fake eyelashes.
In commission related news - I booked my $3100 sale today :) Oh joy! Sales for the month, two days in, are around $5K. Hopefully I'm not using up all my luck here, I'd prefer it in Vegas.
I'm hoping to ditch out of work around 5:00, just in time to play "Let's make a deal" and get the check to the bank. I do still have to buy a swimsuit and fake eyelashes.
Elementary my dear Watson
Is apparently no place to send your kids! Yet another woman gets busted for banging a 13 year old student - and the catch! She let his 12 year old friend watch! ICK.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
What $92.00 can buy
A tank of gas (40)
A container of cat litter (7)
A new razor (8)
A pair of sunglasses (10)
DVD's for old co-worker's son's graduation (10)
A new tank top (10)
And about $6.00 something left over.
I forgot to buy toothpaste. So much for cash for Vegas.
A container of cat litter (7)
A new razor (8)
A pair of sunglasses (10)
DVD's for old co-worker's son's graduation (10)
A new tank top (10)
And about $6.00 something left over.
I forgot to buy toothpaste. So much for cash for Vegas.
One More Thing ...
Working with a hang over sucks. I've stated that. The time is going slow and I just want to race home and see if my check is there. The mail arrives in 45 minutes. I have a meeting in two hours and 15 minutes. I will get hom in approximately three hours and 45 minutes. Tick tock, tick tock.
In my search for new business, I went blog-hopping to look for graphic artists. I've gotten paid all day to read people's blog - this is great! I've bumped into a lot of "God Blogs" - of which I have no problem reading, but there was a lot of them. Some people are cross-the-line God bloggers, a little to much bible in the text for my taste and some are very tactfully done.
There's a few sprinkles of God at Overanalyzed, but incredibly tactfully done. I like these kinds of blogs that it's about someone's life and their beliefs play into it. When I read these I think I should go to church. Then the "Next Blog" Navigation bar takes me to the line-crossers and I tap dance away.
I've also seen a lot of political blogs today, it's very interesting to read political thoughts I think. I don't come across political, but I have strong opinions - I just choose to keep them to myself. It's doubtful that I will pull you over to my side if I argue with you, so let's have a martini and move on.
Then there are the pregnancy blogs, which are endearing. There are blogs written from the baby's prespective and blog's co-written by mom and dad. There's A LOT of pictures. It makes being a parent fun-looking, though I'm not jumping on any beds and spreading my legs to become one anytime soon. There is one very endearing blog, and I could kick myself for not noting the blog address, of a dad who writes letters to his son every day. It started with the announcement, then you can read his emotions when he finds out he has special needs and then the letters continue. The best part is that the guy will give the letters to his son on his 18th birthday - in the meantime it's secret. It's fabulous.
Then there are random blogs like mine - also very fun. It's this whole little world of anonymus and semi-anonymous letters. It's amazing.
In other non-random blog reading news, I think I've drank enough liquids to even out my alchol dehydration - though the sleepiness is kicking in. Stay up to get the check!! I will got buy those cute pants if it comes, along with fake eyelashes and cat food. Oh, I do have to get a swimsuit. That money isn't going to go far. Eek.
I've made $8K in sales this month so far - it's only the 4th, but it makes me nervous because I'm gone all next week. Hopefully our specials will go out for tomorrow and I'll get some more from that. Any of you readers want to learn graphic design in Milwaukee?
In my search for new business, I went blog-hopping to look for graphic artists. I've gotten paid all day to read people's blog - this is great! I've bumped into a lot of "God Blogs" - of which I have no problem reading, but there was a lot of them. Some people are cross-the-line God bloggers, a little to much bible in the text for my taste and some are very tactfully done.
There's a few sprinkles of God at Overanalyzed, but incredibly tactfully done. I like these kinds of blogs that it's about someone's life and their beliefs play into it. When I read these I think I should go to church. Then the "Next Blog" Navigation bar takes me to the line-crossers and I tap dance away.
I've also seen a lot of political blogs today, it's very interesting to read political thoughts I think. I don't come across political, but I have strong opinions - I just choose to keep them to myself. It's doubtful that I will pull you over to my side if I argue with you, so let's have a martini and move on.
Then there are the pregnancy blogs, which are endearing. There are blogs written from the baby's prespective and blog's co-written by mom and dad. There's A LOT of pictures. It makes being a parent fun-looking, though I'm not jumping on any beds and spreading my legs to become one anytime soon. There is one very endearing blog, and I could kick myself for not noting the blog address, of a dad who writes letters to his son every day. It started with the announcement, then you can read his emotions when he finds out he has special needs and then the letters continue. The best part is that the guy will give the letters to his son on his 18th birthday - in the meantime it's secret. It's fabulous.
Then there are random blogs like mine - also very fun. It's this whole little world of anonymus and semi-anonymous letters. It's amazing.
In other non-random blog reading news, I think I've drank enough liquids to even out my alchol dehydration - though the sleepiness is kicking in. Stay up to get the check!! I will got buy those cute pants if it comes, along with fake eyelashes and cat food. Oh, I do have to get a swimsuit. That money isn't going to go far. Eek.
I've made $8K in sales this month so far - it's only the 4th, but it makes me nervous because I'm gone all next week. Hopefully our specials will go out for tomorrow and I'll get some more from that. Any of you readers want to learn graphic design in Milwaukee?
The Morning After
It's the morning after officially. Isn't it remarkable how everything omitted from your body, sweat, coughing, etc just smells like booze - and of course, it's when you can't even stand the sight of alchol not to mention the smell, that you smell like it. Ick.
It's Tuesday, wonderful Tuesday. I'm leaving work probably around 5:30. Ideally I'll have a magical check waiting for me because the cat just ran out of food and he's a big guy that doesn't like not getting fed. I also need to start getting ready for Vegas.
We just checked the weather - rain all four days we are there. There goes the idea of sitting in the sun to avoid spending money we don't have. Oops.
It's Tuesday, wonderful Tuesday. I'm leaving work probably around 5:30. Ideally I'll have a magical check waiting for me because the cat just ran out of food and he's a big guy that doesn't like not getting fed. I also need to start getting ready for Vegas.
We just checked the weather - rain all four days we are there. There goes the idea of sitting in the sun to avoid spending money we don't have. Oops.
It's 3am
and I'm hung over. Go Brewers! They won! :)
I'm having that moment where I know I should be sleeping, but I passed out at 7:30 last night so my body won't let me. I've drank a soda and a bottle of water, I still don't have to pee. Can someone say dehydration.
In my 3am stuper - I turned on the cell phone that ran out of juice yesterday and got two new voicemails. I totally forgot that I'd given out my card to numerous people and two wanted to hook up. I met several by the same name, so I'm hoping that at least one of them was the cutey boy with the rock solid abs.
In hilarity of opening day and drinking at 9am (this is Wisconsin!), I had to pee so bad on the bus on the way to the game that I had the bus pull over. Yes, that was slick.
Then, out smoking, I flashed some guys for a free beer. Classy I must admit.
Well here's to either a shower or going back to bed!
I'm having that moment where I know I should be sleeping, but I passed out at 7:30 last night so my body won't let me. I've drank a soda and a bottle of water, I still don't have to pee. Can someone say dehydration.
In my 3am stuper - I turned on the cell phone that ran out of juice yesterday and got two new voicemails. I totally forgot that I'd given out my card to numerous people and two wanted to hook up. I met several by the same name, so I'm hoping that at least one of them was the cutey boy with the rock solid abs.
In hilarity of opening day and drinking at 9am (this is Wisconsin!), I had to pee so bad on the bus on the way to the game that I had the bus pull over. Yes, that was slick.
Then, out smoking, I flashed some guys for a free beer. Classy I must admit.
Well here's to either a shower or going back to bed!
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Deep Breath
Over my little vent from the other day, just still waiting on the checks so that I could have some cash to fill the gas tank.
In other news, I went shopping with my mom today and actually found a really cute pair of pants at Kohl's - better news, they are buy one get one! I tried them on for fun and she said she knew how short I was on cash and I haven't bought anything for myself in ages, so she bought them for me :) I can't wait to wear them!
In tomorrow news - it's opening day! GO BREWERS!
In other news, I went shopping with my mom today and actually found a really cute pair of pants at Kohl's - better news, they are buy one get one! I tried them on for fun and she said she knew how short I was on cash and I haven't bought anything for myself in ages, so she bought them for me :) I can't wait to wear them!
In tomorrow news - it's opening day! GO BREWERS!
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Is it an April Fools joke?
GRRR.
If you can't tell this is a post about my other job. Here's something I don't get. You charged me $300 a month for insurance. This insurance plan was crap - but the nice thing was HRA Reimbursement, they pay 1/2 your deductible, just submit your bills and they'll cut you a check.
The day I left I submitted a bill, two days later I submitted another bill. Four days later, two more. One week later, two more. Last week another three. It's been four weeks since I left coming up this week and I have yet to get a check for any of the money. I got an email saying that I'll get a check this week for $100 (out of the $400), I thought great! This helps out with the no income over the last couple of weeks.
I thought, fabulous. I'll fill my tank with gas and I'll get a new swim suit for Vegas. I even thought, whew! I'll have some cash for Vegas. But no. No check at all and it's Saturday - same city, mail comes the next day.
In the meantime I've spent $40 to work on a DVD for a former employee with out getting any money for it. I have to go buy more DVDs before I can make the other two copies the employee needs. But here's the deal - no check (for which MY $300 over the last five months has paid for) and I can't make your DVDs.
Thank god I have $18.00 in my checking account so I can put 5 gallons of gas in my car and pray they actually put the check in the mail on Monday so it arrives Tuesday. In the meantime, the upside would be that I have to quit smoking because I can't buy any!
If you can't tell this is a post about my other job. Here's something I don't get. You charged me $300 a month for insurance. This insurance plan was crap - but the nice thing was HRA Reimbursement, they pay 1/2 your deductible, just submit your bills and they'll cut you a check.
The day I left I submitted a bill, two days later I submitted another bill. Four days later, two more. One week later, two more. Last week another three. It's been four weeks since I left coming up this week and I have yet to get a check for any of the money. I got an email saying that I'll get a check this week for $100 (out of the $400), I thought great! This helps out with the no income over the last couple of weeks.
I thought, fabulous. I'll fill my tank with gas and I'll get a new swim suit for Vegas. I even thought, whew! I'll have some cash for Vegas. But no. No check at all and it's Saturday - same city, mail comes the next day.
In the meantime I've spent $40 to work on a DVD for a former employee with out getting any money for it. I have to go buy more DVDs before I can make the other two copies the employee needs. But here's the deal - no check (for which MY $300 over the last five months has paid for) and I can't make your DVDs.
Thank god I have $18.00 in my checking account so I can put 5 gallons of gas in my car and pray they actually put the check in the mail on Monday so it arrives Tuesday. In the meantime, the upside would be that I have to quit smoking because I can't buy any!
Friday, March 31, 2006
Happenings
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.
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.
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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