I wore my luxurious blonde hair again today, at least until 3 p.m., when I realized my headache was a result of the wig digging into my scalp. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to enjoy much of the Halloween festivities at work because I was chained to my desk. At least I’ll be out of the office Wednesday and Thursday, on a short business trip. In fact, I’ll be away from home 12 days in November. Hopefully that alone will help my mood, because I don’t think I want to bring my new friend through airport security. : (
Work is bringing me down, and it’s spilling into the rest of my life. I’m snippy, I’m short-tempered, I’m feeling rushed … all of the damn time. Like, tonight, for example. I went to Target to get something easy to take to work tomorrow as we are supposed to bring “snacks,” in addition to dressing up. (Apparently I have been sent back to elementary school.) Right in the entryway of the store, I ran into a colleague, who was there with her family. I stopped to chit-chat — although I would have been fine with just saying “Hi … See ya later!” — and we talked for a minute or two. We hadn’t seen each other in a while and in retrospect, she probably would have liked to have spent more time talking. But no. I. Had. To. Get. To. The. Frozen. Food. Section. because it was already 6:30 p.m. and I still had to go to the post office and return a book to the library before … nothing. I had NO PLANS tonight other than watching television.
Sigh.
I don’t like being an unpleasant person. Not one bit. I don’t like being whiny or a complainer or uninterested in other people. Gah. Thank goodness I’m going out of town Wednesday. I need a change of scenery.
The blonde wig is coming out again tomorrow. Maybe I’ll just wear it all of the time. Wheee!
My friend Jennifer’s birthday is tomorrow. We have known each other since high school. We met in our 10th grade into to journalism class. Jennifer also is having surgery Tuesday. Have I bought her a card for either event? Not until today. What was the excuse I gave myself? That I’ve been so busy with work, that I forgot to buy her a card.
Oh snap.
Wasn’t that the exact thing that I was mad at someone else for?
Damn last night was fabulous. I made it home about 3:30 a.m. (if you don’t take the time change into account), a tired lil’ punkin’.
My barometer of how drunk I am is my dancing. I don’t dance, usually. Last night, I was up on fucking stage and the catwalk dancing with my friends. Yeah, I was drunk. Some guy in a disturbing Minnie Mouse-ish costume with bigger boobs than me fondled my boob within the first 15 minutes I was at the bar. I said something about his rack and he left lol. The club was packed and there were more straight people there than usual. I know, because I had a guy buying me drinks. He was hot, or seemed it at the time lol. My group had a table, as we got there early, and while everyone was out dancing/at the bar, these two guys came over. One was hanging back and the other was dancing, badly. He said, “I like your _______.” (It was loud. Hat? Hair?) Then a few minutes later, after much conferring with his friend, he came over and said, “I’m here _______. _____ 21-year-old gay friend. __________ drink?” But of course.
When my friends came back, they totally circled the wagons around me. It was kind of funny, my little gay posse. That’s when I got dragged up on stage. I haven’t had drinks bought for me in forever, so that was fun.
I got paid twice today. Sweet! Unfortunately, I decided that two weeks’ pay was not worth losing my job over and thus, let HR know. With the new job, I changed cost centers at work — so they had to stop and restart my direct deposit. I ended up with two pay stubs and a live check today, but also had my pay deposited into my checking account. After much discussion, it was decided that I should deposit the check and corporate payroll would pull out what they had erroneously deposited. Both the HR person and my boss thanked me for being so honest. I was like, duh. I mean, it didn’t even occur to me to keep the money, because, like I said, not worth losing my job over.
So I got roped into these Halloween parties tomorrow. I wasn’t going to go, mainly because no one else seemed too interested in going. But today, my friend “Will” strong-armed me into it. So that means I had to find a costume. Three days before Halloween is not the best time. I decided I wanted to be blonde, so I bought a blonde curly wig. Then I thought, ooh, hooker-ish. I got home, couldn’t figure out how the fuck the wig went on (I think some of the curls were stretched out) then realized that I had nothing hooker-ish to wear. Even with my red and black lace bra peeking out from under a white corset, I still didn’t look like a hooker. Damn my class and breeding.
That left my witch costume from last year. I still wanted to be a blonde, so I went back out and bought a long “witch” wig. Thank goodness these wigs are only $9.99 each. I am much more satisfied with it, esp. after I took out the scissors and cut some delightful, face-framing layers lol. But now … I can’t find my fucking witch’s hat from last year. I could have sworn it was in my closet, but I must have moved it because it’s not there. Sigh. Another $10 tomorrow for a stupid hat. But I shall be glorious, a cute ‘n sassy blonde witch. These parties better be worth it … lol.
My beloved friend — the Will to my Grace — knows me so well. For my birthday, he got me a gift certificate to the local beauty college, knowing that I love pampering equally as much as a good bargain. Tonight, I used the certif for a facial and a sea salt glow, basically a full-body massage with oil and sea salt. It was fucking awesome. I am not sure how I made it home, I was so relaxed. My skin is so soft, it’s unbelievable. Two hours of pure relaxation, all for $22.50 plus tip.
I have been trying to cook more — and by “cook,” I mean more interesting foods than cereal or mac ‘n cheese. Tonight I made chicken cacciatore. Oh. My. God. I ate my entire plateful — and I have five more servings to enjoy over the next few days. It’s just chicken, mushrooms, onions, green and red peppers, tomatoes, some seasonings and wine. Holy hell, it’s good. I am a happy girl.
They hired a replacement for me today; she starts in a little over 2 weeks. Sadly, I see no end in sight to my double workload, although I do have a lot (for me) of business travel coming up. I’ll be out two days next week to go to Atlanta; two days after that for software training; then the entire week after Thanksgiving to go to Vegas. I’m a kinda, sorta, maybe former perfectionist and I want everything to get done and get done right. But I can’t, not like this. Thank God by boss even recognizes that. But it will probably be the end of the year before everything is transitioned over to the new person. I have some qualms about her, personality-wise, but I’ll wait to judge her (too much) until I get to know her. Ha ha ha, who I am kidding?!?!?!
of the always puzzle of living and doing. Apologies to e.e. cummings. I spent between 7 and 8 hours in a car today, going to and from a conference my co-worker and I were asked to present at because well, no one else was available. I am not even going to go into this because if I do, I will spend the rest of the night bitching about my job. I didn’t get home until nearly 10 p.m. That sucks. Of course I checked my work e-mail and found a “debriefing meeting” appointment from someone who is not my boss. This does not please me. Like I need more fuel added to my fire of bitchiness. I have been on a roll ever since I accepted this new position — aka “let’s get all the work we can out of Monique!” — and my guess it will not be a secret for long that this meeting does not please me. Sigh.
Monique’s love life, or the lack thereof, was a big topic of discussion this morning. Received e-mails from two friends, both of whom are well-versed in the Ryan saga and, accordingly, want to beat his ass for being so lame. Ok, we are all friends, I must share with you the lamest thing of all. I, as some of you know, have a “secret” web site, a web site of stories. Dirrty stories. It’s my creative outlet, whatever. According to my statcounter page, Ryan visited said site at 3:48 a.m. Sunday. Let me repeat: 3:48 a.m. Sunday. So after a long night out at the bars, perhaps my young friend was drunk and horny and apparently had no issues with using my materials as inspiration. Jerk-off. Lit-tra-lee. I write good shit, but come on. That’s just wrong.
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“Hello Time Bomb”
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“Weapon”
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“Apparitions”
I’ll be damned if the words don’t say it all.
I may hate myself in the morning …
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