Soppy in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Nov. 21, 2002, midnight
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Just a quick check-in. I think things are moving along. Still quite overwhelmed by the whole work thing, but there’s just no use in worrying. It just makes matters worse.

The travel has been fine. Well, except for the early friggin’ flights. Left for Milwaukee on Tuesday at…well, an ungodly hour in the middle of the night and made it home 20 hours later! Exhausted and groggy.

Tomorrow is another 6am flight, but that should be fun. I’m meeting Tiff after our meetings (because the meetings are at my OLD company!), and she’s going to take me somewhere to have a quick cocktail and Super T is gonna join us! Honestly, not 100% sure of how I feel about spending the weekend with him. It should be interesting….

Finally got around to joining a gym last night. Almost relieved. I feel like a big, squishy blob right now. And the travel and the big business dinners and the snacking are not helping me at all. I really must figure out some kind of workout schedule even when I’m traveling. Especially when I’m traveling. Because travel has always thrown me out of whack. But now I’m traveling more than I’m at home! Guess I’m just plain whacked!!

Anyway. The good thing is, the gym that I joined has a branch very close to home and a branch about a block away from work too! And they have gyms all over the country….even Midtown Manhattan. I have no excuse (except for the crazy hours, I guess, but can’t really use that one either). My first session with the new personal trainer is Monday. And the good thing about that is that I’m so not sexually attracted to him like I was my last trainer (see bottom of entry….or read the whole entry…the top part is about how unhappy I was with work at the time). Maybe I can take this guy a little more seriously. Or not. What fun is that?!

Found a place to get my nails done last night. It’s a block from my apartment, and the woman does a wonderful job. They are short and natural and very classy. I don’t know why, but having nicely manicured nails makes all the difference in the world to me. Before the appointment, I sat in those long-ass meetings in Milwaukee and picked my fingernails to the nubs. Yuck. So happy I found this place so close to me. Just in time!

After all my errands last night, I came home and turned on the tube and caught the tail end of The Bachelor and found myself just….I don’t know…weirded out. I just don’t understand why these women subject themselves to such humiliation. The whole thing is just horribly embarrassing. But whatever. And the couple just doesn’t look comfortable together at all. I guess a camera following every move doesn’t help. But do you think that woman really wants to move to Springfield, Missouri??! Whatever. I can’t believe I’m actually wasting diary space writing about that stupid shit.

Guess it’s just the fact that I’m lonely again. I just realized that it’s been two years since I’ve had a boyfriend. A real boyfriend, not just some crazy infatuation thing. And it’s not even that I want to throw myself into a relationship. I can’t even figure myself out right now, let alone someone else. It would just be nice to have someone here who already understands me. I really would like to come home to someone. The travel sure gets lonely when I realize that there’s nobody…anywhere…who’s waiting for me.

Wah. Poor, poor me.

I know, there are bigger things to get all soppy about. I just can’t think of them right now.

Better go get ready for work.


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