Happenings in Current Events

I can’t tell if I’m stunned or just experiencing grogginess from my nap.

I don’t know how to sum up this week. It was a rollercoaster for my psyche, that’s for sure. I think I had spared Prosebox of excessive entry abuse by keeping them private. I think I am on the tail end of whatever it is that is happening inside of me.

I bombed my interview yesterday. The interview for the store side. I was so confident that it was going to go well that I didn’t even bother to prepare myself. I wasn’t even being interviewed for the position I applied for. To be fair, I gave my resume to HR and said that I wanted to apply for a full-time position on the store side. We talked about the Kitchen & Bath department being a good fit for me. Ashmeet interviewed me for a role that I don’t even remember the name of. I spent almost three years with this company avoiding serving customers and gaining product knowledge. The role is for me to specialize in every department and sell people their entire projects. Essentially, I would walk around and approach people about their projects and then upsell as much as I can to them. That is way out of my comfort zone. My current job is strictly merchandising. I service products and not people. However, the role I interviewed for does pay a lot more which makes me just a tad more comfortable with it. We shall see what happens.

My supervisor is acting supportive but I can tell that she does not want me to leave her team. If I don’t get selected for this role she said that she believes it is meant to be. She believes I am very good at my current job. If I don’t get it, I can apply for other opportunities that come along and still accept a permanent part-time position on this team. I already have one at the location I am from which is being reserved for me as I fulfill this temp position but my last schedule only had 4 hours a week. The team I am on now has a lot more. 4 shifts a week is the goldie lock zone for me. I think I would be scheduled around that much.

My roommate leaves on Tuesday for 6 weeks. She is house-sitting for a friend. A friend we think has a crush on her. Lesbians love Toni, my roommate. She said that she is really going to miss this place. She’s already homesick and hasn’t even left yet. That’s really cute. She said she would come by on the weekends. Not sure what for… but I am booking us a slot at the thermal spa for the first week of December.

I had Bev over last night. I made us pizza and we watched the Craft. The original, of course. I did not clean the apartment or myself for her. She didn’t care. My worst is most people’s best. I’m clean and organized. I am a prude but I can talk to her about things that I don’t talk to anyone else about. I opened up about my porn addiction. Also about my issue with losing my ability to feel an orgasm. she knew immediately why that was. Overmasturbation. It’s something I did to feel good when I felt like shit ever since I was 5. The delayed gratification is very effective. I had no issues with that today. I have to put three days between orgasms, at minimum. I kind of like the discipline.

I went to the gym after work yesterday. This is why I failed to get myself presentable for her company. I never go in the afternoons and it wasn’t too busy. I did legs. Today I did upper body. I almost went for the benches but chickened out. I’ll attempt them tomorrow morning. If I go. I have an acupuncturist appointment at 9 AM. Then brunch at 10:30 AM with the girls. Then I take my grandmother shopping at 1 PM. The rest of the day is mine. I tend to burn myself out at the gym on weekends and then crash once I get home. I napped for 3 hours when I got home. I went hard for 2 hours solid. I tried to end the session on the treadmill but my body was like… nah, we gonna have an anxiety attack instead. It was over very quickly. My body’s message was loud and clear at that time.

Last updated November 25, 2023