Ants in My Pants in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Getting all antsy about the job interview from two weeks ago. I finally broke down this morning on the way to work and called the really nice HR guy. He told me that no decision had been made. But as we talked I got bits and pieces out of him. Apparently, it’s now between me and one other candidate. But he hinted that I was slightly favored. Now, I don’t know if he was bullshitting me or not. But it was nice to hear, and I’m glad I touched base just to let him know that I’m still interested and all. He then told me that it would probably be the end of next week when decisions would be made. I guess that makes sense. It would need to be before everyone in the industry leaves for the European trade shows.

This means that I will definitely be going on the New York trip with Tiff and Jules. And there truly is a reason for everything, right? Something good will come of this.

Still, I hate it when I do this. I get myself all worked up and think that something’s a done deal. And I let certain things slip through the cracks. And when my sure thing doesn’t happen, I have to spend a lot of time running in circles trying to pick up all the balls that I dropped.

I need to bust ass at work today. There’s so much to do.

Speaking of getting myself all worked up, I’ve got my panties all in a wad about the man situation again.

Super T. invited me to a wedding this Saturday! A good friend of his from college is getting married. But I can’t go because I’m supposed to see (you won’t believe this…) Brian, the Prom Date!! Am I an idiot or what?

See, Brian and I have been keeping in touch ever since we met. It’s really no big deal, and I didn’t think that we’d ever see each other again because he lives three states away. But he has some back problems (old football injuries) and he scheduled some surgery here and asked if I wouldn’t mind picking him up at the airport because he’d really like to see me again.

I thought it would be nice to see him again, considering we shared some pretty amazing lip locks that night. Nice guy and all. But he’s talking like this is a date. So I guess it is! I live close to the downtown airport where he’s flying in. It’s no big deal for me to pick him up. We’ll probably go to lunch or something and then I’ll take him to his sister’s place, where he’s going to be staying for a while.

But in all honesty, I would rather go to the wedding with Super T. He’s the one I’m really interested in. I guess it’s good that I’m not always available, especially when it’s so new and all. But damn. I really wanted to meet some of his friends so that I could get a better sense of what he’s all about.

Oh well. I’m sure there’s time for that stuff. Don’t rush it, Snap!

Meanwhile, LDL continues to call and I continue to…well…I don’t want to say string him along. But what the hell should I call it then? Keep him on the sidelines? Just in case? Ugh. That makes me feel so awful. I’m not playing fair, am I? I’m a jerk.

My workout situation is starting to get dire again. I wish the ants would return to my pants regarding this matter. I lost 5 pounds from stressing about LDL, but pretty sure I’ve gained it all back from having too much fun at brunch the other day and not working out for a couple of weeks. Yikes.

At least the weather’s cooling down a bit. It should be fun to get back on my bike now that it’s not sweltering outside.

And I guess the last thing that I want to mention today relating (indirectly) to ants/pants, etc. is the fact that my spending has gone haywire! I don’t know what’s happened to make me think I have to purchase every cute printed bell sleeve top I see or more than one colorful patchwork corduroy skirt. Must be Fall Fever. Whatever it is, it’s getting worse!!

It’s just that we redheads have one season of the year that makes us look stunning. And that’s autumn. Everything looks good on us during this time, and we just seem to radiate! Oh the browns, the tans, the soft suedes. Yummy. The greens and the rusts and the golds. Just delicious. The air gets crisp and we break out the soft, luscious cashmere and get ourselves all warm and snuggly.

Autumn. My favorite time of year. And it’s right around the corner. I can hardly think of what would make me happier (except maybe someone to get all warm and snuggly with).

But the spending must be controlled. Because, like I said, I do not need every beautiful, fuzzy scarf and every leather pant and every high-heeled boot out there in the marketplace. Just a few will do just fine, thank you!