Be Prepared in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Aug. 28, 2002, midnight
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Aarrrrrggghhh!

So frustrated with the long-distance manipulation attempts by LDL!! I simply can’t believe I’ve put myself right smack dab back in the middle of this. Right back to a place I worked so hard to get away from a couple of years ago! What the hell was I thinking? What a mess I’ve created from a simple long-distance booty call.

I feel a lot of guilt. Loads of it.

Looking back at some previous entries, I had wondered if this visit was going to be worth it or if I would end up just stirring the shit pot.

Looks like I’ve created a fine poop soufflé.

He just gets so freakin’ pushy, and I am so much more the cautious type. Especially in regards to “us”. It’s as if I went out there and we instantly became a couple again! What the hell happened?

Enough of that for now. I’m exhausted again.

I don’t feel like working. Got a crapload of stuff to do and I’m just so not into it.

I’m getting really nervous about tomorrow’s interview in The Heartland of America (hah). But I’m excited as well. I really want to ace this interview. I want to rock. It’s just a little scary since I’m not as experienced in this area. This is a whole new ballgame for me.

I’m not going to get to have lunch with my mentor before this interview like I’d planned. She’s leaving for Tokyo tomorrow and needs today’s lunchtime to prepare. Bummer. But hopefully, if it gets down to negotiation stage, she can give me some words of wisdom.

Best Bud called last night and left a really positive message about both the company and the location. I’m sure she’s full of shit, but it made me feel better anyway. I love how she can do that. She can turn any situation into a fun-filled fantastic adventure! I mean, come on…..she was in Pakistan of all places on September 11th, and somehow managed to turn her chilling failed return attempt into a brilliant saga of action and suspense. I know some of that fearlessness stems from the fact that she’s oblivious to a lot of things (or maybe just seems like it), but I think that just means that she doesn’t bog herself down with the insignificant stuff like I have a tendency to do. I bet if she worried about all the stuff that I do, she’d just freeze up and not do anything. Hmmm…that scenario sounds vaguely familiar!

Anyway. I’ve got the outfit together. I need to go back through my portfolio and make sure it’s all in order, and I really should rehearse my “presentation”. So much to do tonight!

And I’m so friggin exhausted! I’m sure I’ll be running on pure fumes tomorrow. I’m taking Friday off so I can crash…

Part of the reason I’m so tired is because of last night!

Tiff (a co-worker) and I decided to have a cocktail after work, and on the way there, I called Super T. to see if he wanted to join us. Of course!

Long story short, Tiff had to go home to her hubby so Super T. treated me to a fantastic dinner! And then for some reason, it took us about four hours to say goodnight!

I would have to say that things might have gotten a little out of control had I not left my razor in Berkeley at LDL’s! I’ve been waiting for him to send me a package containing various items, including my damn razor. I keep accidentally leaving those $7 Venus razors in various locations all over the world (left one in Hong Kong, left one in Milan, left one at LDL’s)! I’ll be damned if I spend an additional $7 on yet another one!

Uh, let’s just say…I was not prepared to have certain parts of my anatomy touched. And let’s just say that all the “touchable” parts were properly handled.

A girl should always be prepared for something like this.

At all times.


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