Let’s See…Where Was I? in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I’ll start this entry and then I’ll come back and finish when I get some other things done. It’s so nice to be here in the weekend! Hooray!

Philadelphia was…well, busy! I didn’t know that this focus group stuff would consist of two hour sessions and that we would work from nine in the morning until ten at night! I didn’t get to see too much of the city, but I really enjoyed meeting the marketing group and doing a little co-worker bonding. One of the guys, John, is super cool, incredibly laid back, and really attractive in a nonconventional way. I couldn’t stop staring at his gigantic brown eyes with those luscious curly lashes. I was a tiny bit disappointed to hear all about how his girlfriend is in the process of moving into his place (a big warehouse downtown). Eh well. Like I need to be attracted to anyone at work anyway.

The girls from the marketing agency were hilarious, and the other people from my company were fun too. And because we were all trapped in the back room behind the two-way mirror together for hours on end, we did get quite slap happy. The last focus group ended up being the brunt of many, many jokes and snide comments from us. We were brutal. Horrible. It was great!

Some of the group left early, and I really should have left the night before with them, but I never changed my travel arrangements so I ended up staying the second night. John and I went out for a couple of drinks at a groovy bar close to the hotel that night after all of our work was done. I liked talking with him. I can tell that the company loves him. He told me that with such a small company, it’s really easy to make a big impression and it’s easy to make a difference. Obviously, it’s easy to noticeably fuck up as well. Scary, but exciting.

Flew back yesterday and was exhausted and brain dead for the rest of the day. I really didn’t get much accomplished, so I need to run out to work and pick up some paperwork to bring home. I have my first presentation on Monday and I’m nervous as hell.

Because of the braindeadedness, instead of working late last night I ended up at a happy hour with a friend of a friend. Long story short, Kimberly (the girl I met last night) went to high school with a girl that I knew from my last job. A few e-mails and then a few phone calls later, and voila! New buddy!

I met her at a bar that is literally two blocks from my place. How nice to be able to walk to fun places! She knew who I was the instant I walked in the door and greeted me with the warmest welcome and then proceeded to introduce me to everyone in the bar! I like her a lot and hope that we become fast friends. She’s already invited me to some wine tasting thing on Wednesday.

I met some…interesting…guys too. Not real thrilled about the prospects around here yet. If last night was any indication of what the man situation is like here, then I may have to stick completely to the long distance thing. I hate that. Well, I suppose I really should give the place a shot. This was really my first impression of the nightlife, and I jumped to conclusions. I’ll shut up about that now. There’s nothing really worth going into…except there was this kinda fun guy who bought me an Irish whiskey shot (don’t ask, I’m shutting up now!).

Uh. Exciting entry, eh? I’m just procrastinating. I’m going to run to the workplace now to pick up some stuff. And then Home Depot. And I’m hungry. I’ll be back.