How I Spent My Rainy Weekend in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Happy Tuesday morning! First of all, I have to mention that I can see Mr. Too Busy playing around on facecrack again this morning! I love it!

Okay. I’ve almost caught you up to last Friday. But I do have to interject with something. It hasn’t been alllll sparkly events and kissy face. I really have been working on business as well. So before you go rolling your eyes and thinking to yourself, I thought she was crying about not having a job, but look, all she does is go out on dates…, not so fast!

I’ve been sending out resumes left and right. I’m working with headhunters, doing phone interviews, networking as much as I can. Sometimes I feel like I’m taking one step forward and two back, but Thursday was a flurry of activity!

First off, Chelle, my counterpart at my job in the Great Midwest and I started emailing back and forth, and she sent me a bunch of leads. It was an emailing frenzy, and I actually got an interview out of it for Friday morning!

Don’t get all excited. The position could be great…it’s a start-up…designing a fashion line to be sold at department stores. BUT! The guy running the show is a crack head, or at the VERY least, a crazy-cakes. I’d met him before at functions and trade shows. He’s pretty well known and I think has done very well for himself. But I knew I’d heard things about him, so I called Best Bud, who knows everyone. And just the mere mention of his name sent her screaming, “DON’T TRUST THAT GUY!”

Still, since I’d already talked with him on the phone and agreed to the interview, I went ahead and met with him (at a Starbucks) on Friday morning.

Um, can I just say….Looney Tunes. I truly thought I was speaking to a cartoon character. And yes, I have worked with these types before. It’s the nature of the business. But this guy is simply too much. He asked me alllllll kinds of totally illegal questions, including: Married? Kids? Are you a Christian (the people funding this gig are a group of holy-rolling born-agains)?

And yet, he told me that I’d be running the show. It would be MY line, and I would have full creative license. He asked me to name my price at the meeting, and I told him that I wasn’t ready to talk salary at that point. But he told me that he wanted me to be “happy”, etc. Tempting, yes. But honestly, no amount of $$$$ would make me happy if I had to work for a spazmoid like this guy. I know what that’s like, and I’ve also gotten fired over it.

Then, remember the job that I was really disappointed about not getting? The big project, they flew me out for the interview, etc? Well, they have a contract position open, and I had a phone interview late on Friday with two people who sounded really cool, and I felt very good about that phone interview.

I have a phone appointment this afternoon to speak with the contract company about this. This could be interesting, but the logistics could get difficult.

Please cross fingers and toes about this contract thing. The greatest thing about doing that would be the fact that I’d have the best of all worlds! I’d be working on a project for the company that I really like, it’s a contract, so that I could continue to work on my own business AND take on extra projects (like continue with that project that I’m working on with my floral studio friend)!

Plus, the people I talked with on Friday said that most contractors get offered a full-time position if they want it after the contract is up.

Seriously, please send good vibes about this one. A lot of things have to fall into place for this to happen, and I’m praying that the universe is lining up correctly!!

And now, we’re caught up to Friday evening. I did nothing!!!

Well, I mostly sat on the sofa, contemplating my belly button and the state of my life.

But I did get a phone call from Mark, who is the internet guy who lives 4 hours away. We’ve been trying to figure out when/where to meet, and he was supposed to drive here to take me to lunch at some point over the weekend. But he has been sick with the swine flu (or something similar) and didn’t think it would be a good idea to come up since he was still feeling kinda funky. And I appreciated that.

That was the extent of my excitement of Friday night.

Saturday was deliciously rainy. I wrote my entry and generally lazed most of the day away. I talked with K. several times about how nice it would be to be lying in bed allllllll day long, making sweet loooove.

And then we discovered that Sunday was supposed to be rainy alllll daaaaayyyy looong as well!! So we both got a little excited about that thought and made plans to somehow end up in bed together by the end of Saturday night.

I had somewhat last-minute plans to attend a birthday dinner for Ali, and K. had early evening plans to go to an art gallery walk, so we decided to do both together so that it would be convenient to end the night in the same place!

Gallery walk was quite fun. Ran into a couple of people I knew, and was introduced to several other people through K. As always, I love watching K. do his thing, and I noticed how flirty the laaa-dies are with him! It’s funny because I can tell he tries to pretend that doesn’t affect him, but he truly eats that up. And yet, he takes care to make sure that he gives me special attention. At this point, I don’t really care that he’s not my boyfriend, but I’m pleased that he treats me with a lot of consideration when we’re out together.

Ali’s dinner party was okay. It was great to see her and introduce K. to some of my other friends, but it was very hard to talk, and dinner was expensive. I paid for K. and me since I’ve never paid for anything since we’ve been seeing each other, and I’d invited him to this particular soiree.

I really wanted to talk with Ali about her freelance business (as reference for further conversation about this contract gig), so we made a date to meet Sunday night for dinner. K. and I chatted a bit with the rest of the people at the table (16 in all…I didn’t know a lot of these people), and then we were both so ready to get the hell out of there and start with the rainy, lazy lovefest.

On the way to K.’s house, we stopped by the grocery store to pick up provisions for Sunday because we knew we were going to laze the day away, alternating from bed to couch (so he could watch football), and back to bed, and couch, and bedddddd….

And that’s what we did!

Ohhhhh, delicious and glorious rainy, rainy day!! I can’t remember the last time I’d done that, but it was sexy and decadent and so much FUN!

Not only did I get some good, good lovin’, but K. waited on me hand and foot—literally! He’d get up and pour me a mimosa, then he’d rub my feet, then my back, then he made a late breakfast…all the while telling me to just relaxxxxxxx and enjoy!

I was a lucky, lucky girl on Sunday! And he was happy because I lazily (and nakedly!) watched football next to him with the biggest grin on my face….something I’ve never really done. At least not ALL DAY LONG! The only break we took was a mid-afternoon love-making/nap for a couple of hours.

The rain never stopped!

By Sunday evening, I’d had enough of the dreamy-steamy lovefest and needed to get up anyway because I had dinner plans with Ali.

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So up and home to feed the cat (he was mad!) and then off to a nice dinner with Ali. We caught up on all things business, love, and fashion (she was leaving for Paris the next day!), and it was a really lovely evening.

Then home and a couple of shex-shay good-night texts to/from K.

Yum.

What a great way to end a week, huh?