PIC OF THE DAY!
This was the Valentine that I made for CC. Inside, I told him that I thought cupid had been very good to me and that I’m glad that we met. I also asked him to be my Valentine. *sigh*
TODAY…
1. So very thankful that the interviews went well!!
2. Extremely thankful for all the love, support and well-wishes.
3. Always, always thankful for my beautiful and loving girlfriends.
4. Thankful I didn’t kill myself twice this past week.
5. Thankful for a place to write all this down.
So much. Oh so much to write about. I could kick myself for waiting so long to get another entry out and onto the pages of OD. I’m also exhausted. I have a ton to catch up on.
First and foremost…drum roll…
I got a VERBAL JOB OFFER on Friday!!!! OMG, people. I’m about to be a workin’ woman once again! Not only that, I got exactly the $$$ I negotiated for! Man, in this day and age it’s so hard to know what to ask for and how to do it. I really got nervous that I was trying to negotiate an outrageous number and thought I might lose the offer. But as you know, nobody (read: no corporation) is going to look out for YOU, so you have to ask for what you know you are worth. And then you have to back that shit up. I’m a little nervous. This is a BIG job. But I also know I can do it. It’ll be a big learning curve, but I’m so ready for the challenge at this point. 10 months of unemployment is finally coming to a close!
The sucky thing is going to be vacation. Two weeks non-negotiable, but the pay should make up for that and the bonus structure, though I can’t count that as part of my salary will put me above and beyond what I was making at my former job. Take THAT, suckahs!!
Now I just have to wait for that letter (supposed to come today). And when it comes I’m going to accept. I just hope that letter (email) comes soon, because the longer I have to wait the more nervous I become! What if they want to back out? Arrggghhh! I can’t think that way, but nothing is concrete until it’s in writing, right?!
So it’s a good time to get an entry out. I will use up some of this pent up nervous energy.
Let’s talk about MEN, shall we?
Yeah, so Valentine’s Day has obviously come and gone. CC had offered to take me to New Orleans for V. Day right after he got back from the Super Bowl. The only problem with that was, he waited until the last minute and V. Day happened to fall during Mardi Gras, so he didn’t have air or hotel lined up. It was kind of a half-assed invitation, but I didn’t care if he could have gotten it worked out. Alas, he didn’t.
Instead, he took me to a fine dinner and filled my tum with delicious food and exquisite wine (which is the norm for us on pretty much every single date). I was very happy with that. Sort of. Okay, maybe not.
On the eve of Valentine’s Day (that was a Saturday night), I went over to CC’s place armed with fresh baked cookies, a boxed set of chopsticks and holders (I knew he needed those because we’d gotten sushi before and had to use our fingers at his place!), and the card pictured in the sidebar. CC looked at me and sheepishly said he felt really guilty because….no flowers, no candy, no card from him. I told him that I didn’t care because he was taking me on a lovely, lovely dinner. Truthfully, deep down you know I was kinda like…what? Not even a card? Not even a single rose? V. Day is sooooooo stupid, but fuck people! I realize that guys HATE V. Day, especially if you just started dating someone, but uhm. He’s still kinda trying to get in my pants. What’s left of them! You’d think he’d try a little something Valentine-y? Eh.
So. Here’s where I screwed up. You knew this was coming, right?
Oh wait. NEWSFLASH!!! The official offer letter has arrived!!!!!!
Okay, back to the CC screw-up.
On Friday night, I had a little happy hour planned with my girlies. I had just gotten the phone call from the company and received the verbal offer, so I was very much in celebratory mode. I was drinking martinis. Several.
During dinner and girl chatter, the chef came to visit our table. I’d been telling the girls about what was going on with me: the interviews, the dating scene (mainly CC and the fact that he is still not quite ready for an exclusive relationship), etc. So, I thought the chef was H.O.T. and jokingly asked if he was single. Um, yes!!! He is!
So that was exciting news. After dinner I was liquored up juuuust enough to write him a note on a piece of paper that came with the bill, AND he brought me out a gift card for the next time I came to his restaurant! Niiice! I sent him my phone number.
THEN. Another guy had been texting me for a few days, and he was really starting to be aggressive about wanting to see me (there’s a long story here, and I know I tend to abbreviate my stories. Let’s just say I think I might start dating him…story to follow). Anyway. He was trying to get my attention all night.
And THEN. We ended up dancing at this jazz club where the most handsome, young, svelte, delicious black man came up to me from behind and asked if anyone had ever told me that I have a bootie like a black girl (uh, yes!! Just recently, remember?). And that let to some steamy, steamy dancing with this guy the rest of the night!! Again, this is another story I’m going to have to expound on in a later entry.
Bottom line, I was feeling quite cocky. Cocky enough to call CC at the end of the night and tell him about allllllll the hot eligible bachelors who are out there knocking at my door. Basically, I told him that if he doesn’t act fast, my offer of being his girlfriend was going to be revoked.
So you can imagine how that BACKFIRED on me, right? Yes, it has backfired.
Oh you guys. I can’t write any more right now. I need to go take care of this little issue of a JOB OFFER and I can’t think straight to tell you more of this story. So I’m going to leave you with a poem by one of my favorite poets, Dorothy Parker. I think she speaks very clearly for me lately. I hope to be back with more info soon!!!
Ultimatum by Dorothy Parker
I’m wearied of wearying love, my friend,
Of worry and strain and doubt;
Before we begin, let us view the end,
And maybe I’ll do without.
There’s never the pang that was worth the tear,
And toss in the night I won’t-
So either you do or you don’t, my dear,
Either you do or you don’t!
The table is ready, so lay your cards
And if they should augur pain,
I’ll tender you ever my kind regards
And run for the fastest train.
I haven’t the will to be spent and sad;
My heart’s to be gay and true-
Then either you don’t or you do, my lad,
Either you don’t or you do!
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