Stupid boys.

I am ballsy. I've always been some sort of ballsy, but what I did last Thursday night was incredibly ballsy. Here's the story.

I went on a date with number not even sure anymore. (yah, don't ask) He's a cool kid, met him through one of Fran's guys and he is successful, fun, and interested. So, hey, why not?

So, he asks if I want to watch the basketball game mid-day last Thursday. First of all, I didn't know there was a basketball game, much less it was THE basketball game to end the season. We met up for dinner and headed to a burger bar (with burgers, beer, and TV's) afterward. I sat down, ordered a beer and started watching the game.

About 10 minutes into the game, an insanely hot guy walks in to the bar. The best way for me to describe his hotness is Jason Wade, who is amazingly delicious. As I did a double, and possibly triple take, he smiled at me. I melted in my chair.

So, here I am, on a date with one guy and in walks Mr. Hottie McHotterson. What the hell am I supposed to do? He sits on the other side of Date guy. So, now, not only do I have to sit there and know he's in the same room, I have to look at him whenever I talk to the guy I'm on a date with. What a cluster.

Date Guy (DG) goes to the bathroom, so here's his chance....

Hottie: "Which team are you going for?" in this sexy European accent
Me: [holy shit, hot AND European to boot?!.... fans self] "Eh, I'm a fair-weathered fan. I'll pick this team for this game but don't really care about basketball in general"

So we continue to talk until DG comes back from the bathroom. Then, Hottie minds his own business again. This happens for three hours straight, and thank God DG broke the seal cause he went to the bathroom 10 times in that time span.

The game was almost over, I ran to the bathroom. As I came out, there he stood, waiting by the men's bathroom.

Me: "It was nice to meet you!"
Hottie: "Uhh.. you too. Ummm, ciao."

He acted nervous, like he wasn't sure how to get my number. In all fairness, I'd been trying to figure out how to get his number for the past three hours without ruining my date.

DG and I leave, I get into my car... pick up my phone.

Google tells me the number to the bar and I call the bartender, tell them I want to give Hottie my number, and he says he'd be happy to. Sweet! Ballsy, right?

I get home, and a few minutes later - there's a text from him. We text for a little while, he wants to see me again that night (but I couldn't cause I was flying out at 6am and had to be up at 4) or possibly that weekend. At 4 am, I started getting more texts... he was 'jealous' of the guy I was with, was relieved when I said it wasn't my boyfriend. (broken english through text because of the language barrier) Among other really nice compliments and lots of flirting.

We decided that I'd call him when I got back on Monday and we'd go out to dinner sometime this week. Score!

Monday comes and goes, I get a text on Tuesday, setting up a date for Thursday - and all is well.

Thursday, he asks if we can go out Friday night instead, fine with me. He ends up texting later asking what I ended up doing, etc.

Fast forward to 5am this morning, only a few hours.

I get a text message from someone who says she's his wife and they've been having a rough two weeks - and she found some texts in his phone and now wants to know what the hell is going on.

Holy. Shit. Are you fucking kidding me?!

Wow.

So, I tell her.

Men are absolutely ridiculous. It makes me want to never get married, and completely skews my vision of trust. I wish this were the only example I have... but there are many, many more.

Argh.

OG

The oil and gas company (now going to be referred to as OG) has brought about some thought lately. This morning, in particular, there was a bit of riff-raff with my boss. The dynamic here is overwhelming sometimes. Men get pissy, some get special treatment because they belong to our parent company, they get heated and yell at each other… you know, the usual. (wtf??)

The point is, I’ve never before seen people act like this – especially not in a work setting. I worked in the Consulting industry prior to this and I must say this is a huge change of culture for me.

Looking at this job as a project, and only that, has given me the ability to not get upset if things don’t go according to plan – ANY plan, that is. Boss decided that he wanted some note cards made. He passed it to one lady, she passed it to another, then another, until it finally landed on my desk.

More than happy to and capable of carrying out this ridiculously easy task, I asked which logo he’d like on them – and he flipped his shit. He mentioned that he wanted a printer that we already have a relationship with to do it. Problem is, he won’t give me the contact there – or even tell me where “there” is. So, rather than giving me the details he just holds on to it. Now, he just says that he wants to “slap a logo” on it and call it a day. That’s going to look awesome with the rest of the materials that have yet to be developed. Way to go with consistency, big guy.

This company has gone against every. single. marketing concept I know. Marketing departments plan for their year well in advance. There’s a strategy in place, a plan, a budget… all these things that make it successful. Not at OG. We fly by the seat of our pants here and it’s going to set us up for failure, for sure.

On another note, the CFO wants me to “meet his son” for some reason. I guess he’s a few years older than me and in to web design. Since I’m a marketing person, he thinks we would “get along great”. Either that or he just sees the direction I’m headed and wants to capitalize on that for his son. Successful, career-driven, hard-working woman. Set it up!

Rocky Road (not the ice cream)

I have been unable to post to this blog for a couple of weeks because life is incredibly rocky at the moment. It saddens me to write about it, so I've avoided this blog altogether. Of course, I've kept up with yours - just can't get my mind off of this one thing long enough to write something important.

I'm sad that Obama won the presidency (obviously... if you follow my blog you know why!) but I think he'll do a good job. He's the president-elect and I kinda have to support him. I'm not going to bitch about it until after he proves us McCain supporters right and fucks something up ;) haha just kidding. Hopefully he'll be able to bring about all the change he talked about... I'll be waiting for that moment!

So, I'm sorry I haven't written - and I'm not sure how much longer it'll be until I write again. Keep checking back, though. I may just surprise you with five fun-filled crazy entries in one day! You never know!

I hope you guys all had a great Halloween and you're enjoying all of the Christmas and shopping commercials that have raided the space between your favorite shows. (Speaking of, I've started watching 'the starter wife' for some reason... I kind of like it!)

Anywho... life will go on. C'est la vie always has been my favorite saying. Oh, and I've found a study abroad program that is a may-mester for next year! I think I'm going to do it... Paris in my future? No way! ;)

Amongst the ranks of the 'unemployed'

Friday was a liberating day for me. Not only did I break down in tears (yet again... yeesh for someone who never cries, there happens to be an awful lot of crying going on here)for the third time last week, it happened at work. Ugh. I didn't want to be "that girl" so I shut myself in an office and talked to Michael for a little while.

I must say, if he handled me (somewhat) last week - he can handle me through anything. I was AWFUL. Carrie even said something to the effect of "who are you?!" and "Are you listening to yourself??" - bad news bears written all over the place.

So, I left the office - tears brushed aside - and returned to my cube, boring job, and miserable thoughts in my head. Soon after, my boss came to me and said he'd like to see me when I got done with what I was doing. I went ahead and cleaned off my computer of any personal files I had, cleaned out my laptop bag, and decided that it was time for me to use this opportunity to end the misery once and for all.

As I walked into his office, he shut the door behind us and it turns out we were both there on the same mission. I was miserable, he could tell - and rather extend the bullshit any further, it was best to go ahead and end it right there. Fabulous! I turned in my laptop and left early on a Friday... woohoo! (why is it they do that? always fire people on Fridays?)

So that's that. I'm now amongst the ranks of the 'unemployed'. Not for long, though. I've applied for many positions recently and have more connections than I know how to use. Hopefully some project will come through in the next week so I can be busy (intelligently) again.

Hip Hip Hooray!! ;)

Misery...

I've tried to steer clear of this blog for the past few days. I have so many gripes and complaints, it's unreal. Although, that's not what this blog is for (it's supposed to be about life and fun stuff!), it's turned into that - because that's how I'm feeling.

Yesterday, I felt as if the world hated me. Everything was wrong and I was taking it out on the wrong person. I was needy, inconsiderate, and ridiculous yesterday. It was slightly embarassing.

It all stems from this job, I feel. I 'work' for 8 hours a day... get paid a large sum of money... but don't DO anything. I have to make it look like i'm doing something, but I'm not really. Just surfing the net, talking to friends online, etc. I am bored out of my mind and it's making me lazy, unintelligent, it's affecting my mood, my actions, and all that other stuff.

So I've decided... I'm going to get another job. One that i'm actually busy during the day - something where I have to be there at a certain time (lord knows I need help with that), some place where I actually feel wanted and part of the team, and some place that pays decently.

Never in my life have I felt so insecure, unwanted, and stupid. That's all about to change. *sigh* thankfully, that's over!

Geeze I feel bad for Michael through all of this.

In other news, I found out that avg. D-cup boobs weigh about 9.5lbs (together).... so I have been at my 140 lb goal this whole time and didn't even know it! (that's counting my boobs! - i'm a C, not a D)

These miserable days won't be around much longer...

Let it be known... I've been completely miserable at this job for the past few weeks. My manager isn't a very good one, I'm bored most of the time, there isn't 8 hours of work, 3 times a week for me to do. So much so that I could do a 10 things, and end up with 15.

Yesterday and today have just been one big clusterfuck of anxiety. I know, I know... I wish I didn't have anxiety problems, but I do. We can't all be perfect :) Some of it has stemmed from Michael's bad day yesterday (and NOTHING I did cheered him up) and has morphed into the "hate my job" syndrome.

But I've done something positive. I've drafted an email showing my "progress check" and am asking for more responsibilities so that I'm not bored - and am praying for different things to do. And things I can add value with so that I'm not angry about wasting all my time.

This job is supposed to be a money thing and that's it. I need to do something brainless so I can focus all of my energy on studying and making kick ass grades.

Update on that...
I made an 85 on my first finance test. (Huzzah!) The lowest grade was a 9, the average was a 62.
I made a 92 on my first Marketing Research test. The average was an 80.

So, all in all, i'm doing great this semester! I have a first draft of a ridiculously hard paper due on Monday, a test Monday, a quiz Wednesday, a homework assignment due Wednesday... and the list goes on. But I'm doing it! And I actually like it.

I figured out last night that i've got 7 classes left and I'll be finished. That means Spring and then Summer and I'm DONE!!!!!!! Hooray!!

I just got a box of Godiva chocolates sent to me from Godiva corporate... how sweet of them. It wasn't skimpy, either.... 24 piece box. So much for the 140lb goal!!!

$(#&%*!!!

I started a post... but deleted it. I fear it will come to haunt me in the future if I write about it. I know, I know... I don't openly state where I live, who I am, and use pseudonyms for everything... but Lord help me if someone finds this blog in my professional life. I have to make sure everything is PC enough to make it through if that's the case. Ugh. I hate being responsible sometimes!

So, instead of saying the things I want to say, and in the manner in which I want to say it in, I'll let you come to your own conclusion as to my thoughts on this. My old manager was promoted to Director. I wish I could say SO many things right now. (in fact, there are several "draft" paragraphs below this one, which will clearly be deleted before hitting the 'publish' button) But, I can't. Damnit!