Kay. Heres the deal. Sure, Im a little ashamed of what happened a couple entries back, and thats why I wrote about it. I was not trying to be funny or cavalier. I was not bragging. I was not whining. I was not necessarily dissing him. Or really myself, for that matter. And it was not a cry for help. It was simply a record of an event.
I am not a writer. I dont always know how to express myself effectively. I just wanted to get the shit down so that someday I might look back and see how different (or the same) I am after a while of thinking about and processing it. No, I probably shouldnt do this in a public forum, but I can. And I like that I can get things out in a semi-anonymous way so that I can keep my real life friends and neighbors out of here. Though Ive met a couple of people through online interaction (this site in particular), the people I know IRL do not read (with the possible exception of LDL) and do not and will not know a lot of the fucked-up stuff that goes down with meever.
Its the same old shit. I shouldnt have to explain online journaling and the way I use it. Boring. Pttfft.
So I was on my first business trip in New York with my new group last week. I wasnt sure how my boss would be with our evenings, but he was really cool about letting me do my own thing. He says that well have so much together time when were traveling overseas that we should be able to have our own time during domestic business trips.
Got in late on Sunday night. NYF was ready and waiting. In fact, he showed up at the hotel bar shortly after I checked in. We had okay conversations and an okay time, but I think our mutual interest is waning. Great guy and all, but it is what it isdrinking and sex. And Im kinda over it.
The meetings during the week were easy-peasy. In fact, we got out early every day. I know theyre not all going to go this way, but it is nice to be able to ease into this job. I sense a shitstorm brewing, but I cant worry about it until it gets here because Im really not quite sure how to brace yet.
This is gonna sound weird, but I had a lot of fun dressing up for our meetings. Ive spent the last 3 ½ years of my career being so dressed down and casual that Im digging business attire again. Mind you, I dont have to wear suits–its not formal. But the dress code is just more professional and fashiony. My boss wears Designer every day (hes such a Prada fag). Im not quite there yet, but Im starting to add a bit of flair here and there. One conversational piece or accessory per day seems to be the way to go. Im also looking for a new hairstyle. Ive let it grow out from the frumpy shoulder-length style, but now Im not quite sure what to do.
Tuesday night was the old company party. I was really looking forward to it because there were a lot of people I didnt get to say goodbye to before I left the Great Midwest because (a) I left so quickly, and (b) I left during the holidays. The party was mainly for customers. The plan was to unveil a new advertising agency and showcase the big story for the season (that nobody really believes in). To be honest, I didnt see too many customers there, and that was a little depressing. I was uncomfortable at times. They showed a couple of videos about the big story, and I was in one of them. And that was a really bizarre feeling. But still, all in all it was great fun to see everyone. Sort of a last hurrah.
After the party, I hung out with Angie (former colleague). We made our usual rounds and flirted with various strangers and yada, yada, yada. It felt old and forced. A nice gentleman named Ramon made sure I made it back safely to my hotel because Angie left me. Same old song and dance. Im feeling very much over that shit too.
Next day, after our meetings, I decided to take a nice, long walk. It started to rain so I ducked into a little Mexican place to grab a bite to eat. I sat at a long bar and scarfed down a burrito, and as I was turning around to leave, a guy sat down right across from me. He seemed disappointed that I was leaving and even said, I hate to eat alone. Are you leaving? Youre leaving.
And I just thought to myself, what the hell. Im not in any kind of hurry. So I sat back down and talked with him for about a half an hour or so. And guess what? Fascinating guy film producer, single and available, attractive, told me some funny stories. So when he asked for my number before he jetted back to work, I didnt hesitate. Again, what the hell.
Actually had dinner with him the next night because he knew I was leaving on Friday. Great French place in the East Village. After a most delicious dinner, we took a walk on a warm winter night, and he held my hand as we strolled. Then he hailed a cab and took me safely back to the hotel. We did have a nightcap in the hotel bar, but that was that. Very good times.
Friday was a nightmare. Okay, not really, but sitting in the airport for 8 hours was not fun. At all. My boss had the brilliant idea to try to get home early and to beat the bad weather that was headed our way. Sure, it was brilliant for him and my new counterpart because they are Executive Platinum status on American Airlines. But because I havent flown as much on American in the past three years, Im a lowly Gold member. That meant that I got bumped from standby list after standby list. So while Boss and Counterpart left at noon, I was left at LaGuardia. And the storms rolled in. And the flights were being cancelled and delayed for hours. There was nothing I could do but go to the bar and make friends.
Heh.
Met a guy who was trying to get to Palm Springs for a long golf weekend with the boys. Turns out, he had to transfer in my city, and our separate planes ended up leaving within ½ hour of each other. We made a little wager about who would get there quicker, and I WON!! So who knows when Ill get to collect, but again, what the hell. Gotta have a little fun in these kinds of situations, right?
Alls well that ends well. Im back at my new home. I spent the weekend grocery shopping, home stuff shopping, sleeeeeeeping, and still trying to get my place back in order. The Tan Man (kitty) is now here. My parents dropped him off on Saturday, and all is good again.
And now, another kinda lonely Sunday night. Im not complaining. At all. Just trying to get in the right frame of mind for a new workweek ahead. Unfortunately, I cant take the long weekend because my company does not observe MLK day. Ah well. And on it goes
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