Health: Man, I was weary and sickly all weekend. And when I was up and about, I comfort-ate for various reasons. First and foremost could be that last week was a week of drunken nights and stupors. More on that in a second. The bottom line is, I gained a little weight back, ate shitty, fell off the exercise wagon because I simply couldn’t get out of bed. I could consider it just a horrible, horrible hangover, but I think it was more than that.
Work: THIS is what killed me last week. First of all, my company’s sales meeting started on Monday. I had a big presentation to give on Tuesday and all-day meetings Tuesday and Wednesday. Then Thursday, I went on an in-and-out biz trip and those tend to be killers. By Friday, I ended up taking a ½ sick day, which I never do and really needed to save the sick-o days for things like…oh, interviews.
Work Relationships: Did I tell you that Pseudo-Boss is now Real Boss? That means that my old Boss is now simply the EVP of Marketing and All Around Party Animal. Make sense? This is true. On our work trip on Thursday, I went with EVP of Marketing, and we ended our meeting around 3:30PM and we weren’t able to get on an earlier flight to go home, so we basically got shit-faced between the hours of 3:30 and 9:30PM, when our plane landed. Yes, of course, this is my own fault, but exacerbated by the fact that EVPM was pushing it. Next day was Friday. I woke up pretty out of it and was so sick after I got to work I stayed for a couple of hours but had to turn around a go home and go to bed. LORD. Nightmare. But dudes, the guy (EVP) gave me a little kiss at the end of the night and I’m weirded out buy it. I don’t want to be here anymore. I MUST get a move on with the job search. Plus Real Boss freaks me out as well. There’s no room for me here anymore. I don’t even talk to Negative C. because she’s so awfully, horribly negative and I have no patience for it anymore. It’s time to get a move on.
Friends: Brunch Upon a Time, the new brunch club that [Athena] and I have started was a hit on Saturday! We had 9 people (out of 10 invitees) and even though I was still feeling shitty, it was good, good stuff. Talked to some new people and got a bit caught up on my old buds, even though I actually could have spent all day chatting. Still, I was feeling rough afterwards and went home, took the dog for a walk, and then to bed again. What is wrong with me? Well, regardless, I can’t wait for next month’s BUAT Brunch. It was food for the soul, for sure.
Lovers: Well, my New Year’s Resolution of going on one date a week is a bust, unless you consider that I’m seeing the Bulldog a few times a week. Still. He keeps me so entertained, that man. And I can tell he’s into me more than he was before. He has stopped with almost all of the negative talk and being in a “bad place” yet I know it’s not quite right. I’m still swiping through the apps, but not taking any of it seriously. I hear occasionally from Hot Icelandic Pilot as well as from Sad Recently Divorced Dad, but I’m keeping them both a long arm’s length away.
Ex-Lovers: Sexy Pants has decided that he’s now going to be in a “committed” relationship with his new girlfriend. She’s an FBI agent. It’s weird. Also strange that he’s asking for my engagement ring back right around Valentine’s Day. Hm. Coincidence? Surely not. Yesterday he asked if he could stop by my place after his run around the lake. I said no, that I was going out of town (LIE!) just to avoid him, and I spent the rest of the day hanging out at the BD’s place, watching TV, lounging and doing the naughty. I don’t care. I’m motivated to sell that ring now.
Decluttering: I told you that I’m doing the KonMari method of decluttering my place, right? It’s been awesome and I want to keep going. So far I’ve done my clothes (my closet is a dream now!) and all of my bathroom goodies. I am in love with the results, but I have a ways to go with all of the other stuff. So, so much decluttering left to do…including mentally. I have more to say on this, but need to go do some other stuff.
OK, back to work.
Love you!
GS
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