Just some things – in case you remember – or not.
1. So I’m back on Open Diary. I said I’d never do this and yet the second Prosebox goes down I’m back here with my tail between my legs. What has my diary come to? I wish I could somehow squeeze all of my entries over the past…what…four years? Actually longer because there towards the end I wasn’t writing much. Anyway, so much and yet so little has happened: I work at the same place; single as hell; brief affairs with a few dudes – the Bulldog, the Hot Icelandic Pilot, Steve McQueen, Bachelor Party Marty; I have a dog named Martini who I love more than anything; I love my girlfriends like family; I finally have a sis-in-law and a niece; done some traveling; I’m generally very happy.
2. I butt dialed Steve McQueen at lunchtime. I haven’t communicated with him in any way since I un-invited him to my CEO’s holiday party in November. Appears my butt was leaving him a message when I discovered my accident. Damn. Turns out, I butt dialed 12 different numbers between 12:14 and 12:21 this afternoon. I suppose that’s better than calling at 12:21 in the morning! Seems more sane? Right? Look, I was walking the dog in the rain and my phone was tucked down the back of my shiny black leggings (they’re trendy, okay? Plus they are working on a rainy day) because I don’t have any pockets and I had the leash in one hand and my umbrella in the other and…well, shit. I’ve mentioned Steve McQueen in the first two bullets of this entry and now I’m thinking about him a lot. What a bummer that SMcQ didn’t work out. It was the beginning of a really cool story. Shame.
3. Let’s see, where did I leave off on my PB? Oh yes. I was on my way to the big trade show and very excited about my new product launch, and let me tell you, it did NOT disappoint! It’s so funny how my company, or really my BOSS doesn’t like to call attention to the projects that I am working on. I don’t know why. I could feel it in my *bones* that this was going to be a fantastic launch, and it was successful beyond my expectations and to the surprise of my CEO who called my project “The Sleeper of the Show”. CEO even sent me kudos and very kind words that I received as I was flying back home on Saturday morning. It’s truly what I live for and it was wonderful to hear further reaction back in the office on Monday. Boss said, “nice work” and that’s all I needed to hear. Funny how praise does this to a person. Is it just me? I will *BUST* myself apart and practically kill myself if I know that there will be acknowledgement in the end. This was a sweet, sweet conclusion to my last couple of months of blood, sweat and tears.
4. So on Monday, I got back to the office and what did I find in my work mailbox, but a new employee handbook with an acknowledgement of receipt that I need to sign…oh and a clause telling me that I need to also sign the last two pages which happen to be a 1-year non-compete agreement AND a 2-year non-solicit agreement. Okay. And this is *without* any kind of compensation or severance package or anything. Now. I’m no lawyer, but the only upside I see in signing these contracts is potentially keeping my job…and even *that* is not a given because I live in an at-will state, meaning I can leave at any time for any reason and my company can terminate me at any time for any reason. The contract even says so! So. It was a bit of a kick in the pants after coming off of that high. Seems like there is always a dark lining to my silver clouds lately. *Sigh*
5. Oh! And I stepped on the scale after my biz trip last week. I’m UP 5 lbs! All of that work at the end of January and in February to lose 7 lbs only to go away for 5 days and balloon almost back to square one!! Bright side is I know that this is from stress and not drinking enough water at the trade show and then allowing myself to drink alcohol at night. Oh, and I also allowed myself to eat bread. And dessert. So…surprising? No. Disappointing? A little, but again, I know what I did and I know what I have to do about it.
6. I am clearly still pretty neurotic and I still love to write all of my neurotic thoughts in a diary such as this that anyone can read. It makes my soul feel cleansed. I hope that in time I’m happy to be back on OD. It still feels weird. Why is that? I do love that we are all in this together.
7. I don’t know what else to say right now and want to go home and relax (I’m still at the office), so I’m going to end here at Lucky Number 7 and hope that this entry truly is the beginning of some lucky/good/GREAT things to happen.
8. Oh, I do have one more thing and it’s a question: I see diaries with photos at the beginning of the entry. I’m sure it’s a simple thing that I’ll pick up immediately after I post this entry, but how do you add the photos???
Until later…
xox,
GS
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