Just got back in.
Drove to new location last Sunday. Drive didn’t suck thanks to the mobile phone and some fun conversations (special thanks to my special OD pal). Also thanks to my CD player and my ability to amuse myself on long drives (extra special thanks to RunningWithScissors and her “Chick Mix” CD that she burned for me).
Checked into hotel and immediately felt alone. So alone.
First week of work was insane. I’m sure there will be plenty of new nicknames coming sooon. I hope to high heavens that I can handle this job. I know I can…..it’s just scary right now. I will tell you one thing, though: This job is the creme de la creme of jobs in my industry. I have to rock. No two ways about it. There will be no more entries from work. That’s for sure.
I’m so addicted to this place that I had to call my OD pal to ask him about the goings on in here. We don’t read the same people. But he was sweet enough to spend practically the whole evening keeping me company. I’m not a phone chatter, but I swear he made my night. Yeah…I’m writing about you, ya big lug!
Flight home was annoying. I didn’t feel like being all cramped up on the plane, so waited until the last minute to board the plane. That’s when some bitch “informed” me that I was switching seats with her.
“I’m sure you’d rather be in that seat anyway,” she chirped.
“Not really,” I answered, “but whatever…”
Sat in a row with a seemingly nice guy. We had one seat in between us. He struck a convo, and I obliged…
Until he moved over to the middle seat and scooched up next to me. Space invader. I immediately clammed up. I mean shut him completely down.
He spent the rest of the fucking flight apologizing to me for annoying me. Only added fuel to my annoyance. I finally turned almost completely around in my seat. Back facing him.
Took forever to rent a damn car. Flirted with the car rental agent. He left his post to drive me on the little cart to my car because I didn’t feel like walking. Why do I think I’m such a princess?
Felt lonely again on the drive back to the “old” apartment. Called LDL because it’s late and he’s on west coast time. He talked to me the whole drive home.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
Movers will be here between 8 and 10 in the morning to start packing my shit.
Better sleep now…
I love you.
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