Managed to accomplish the jacket purchase last night. Thats after I went to about seven different places. I ended up spending about $60 more than I really wanted to. But didnt really have a whole lot of time to comparison shop and look for sales. Oh well. Its snappy (does anyone say that anymore?). Nice and long and very fitted, and goes perfectly with the cuffed bell-bottom pants. Now .what to wear under the jacket ..??
Almost everything else on the list got blown off.
No baseball game. It was dark by the time I was done shopping, and I didnt want to ride my bike in the dark to that park (it gets verrry creepy over there). I didnt hear back from Super T., so I made the assumption that they won the city championship and were out celebrating.
I didnt feel like going out drinking. No beer in the fridge (tragic!), and my wine stash is down to a few very nice bottles that Im saving for special occasions. So no drinky-drink for me.
No story boards were made. BUT I did manage to talk to a headhunter about a few more options. He was actually pretty discouraging about San Francisco, and tried to get my thinking more in the New York realm. I do love NYC .
But I still have this possible gig in the Great Midwest to focus on right now. Trying to set up a lunch date with a mentor of mine who left the company to start her own business. If I get this job, I will be one of her clients! I think she can help me with some insight.
The kitchen was left as is in a shambles. Good thing I havent been cooking. I get home at night and its all I can do to eat ½ protein bar. Its just coffee cups piling up in the sink. But then theres the mail piling up on the dining room table oh and the newspaper that Im saving for my papier mache project (that I havent even started yet!). I think I could easily become one of those people who let things just pile up and pile up and pile up so much that it becomes impossible to even walk through the house if I let myself. Good thing I wont let myself do this .I just need to get to a breaking point, thats all!
The important e-mails are getting done this morning.
Okay. So I think that leaves the crying like a baby part. I can check this one off the list. Dont feel like writing about it anymore. Im so tired. This is just so stupid. I wish I had the ability to give myself a good, swift kick. Its times like these that I wish Best Bud lived closer. Because she is such a positive person. A wonderful motivator. And a great ass kicker.
Well, better run. Big Boss has already approached me with a special project I need to take care of ASAP, and I have a meeting in a half an hour with someone who I have a feeling will sap my already low energy supply.
Over and out.
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