This month is flying. One week of November already down. Gloomy, cloudy day and that means my brain is a little foggier than I would like for it to be.
Last night was fun, but a little annoying. Cindy and Adriana came over to my place, and that was great. I always love having people over. A little vino, some snacks, some great chit-chat, and again, all fantastic. But I knew that the conversation would lead to work because we all have had the same position at my previous company. The problem is, they still have their jobs.
And the other big thing is, though Cindy and I have talked through the details ad nauseum, Adriana didn’t know a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. I mean, it was weird. Because everyone on the team thought I did such a wonderful job. Adriana said that it was never, ever announced that I was gone. They just had to figure it out for themselves. And when the question was asked–why is [Ginger] no longer at the company (?), apparently NO ONE could give them an answer.
Adriana said it was frightening to the others who were less close to my direct situation because she said they were all like, well if [Ginger]’s gone, what’s going to happen to US? And nobody reassured them or anything. Apparently, my loser old boss (and Boss Party Pants) just pretended like I NEVER EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE!!
Nice, eh?
I just stood there across the kitchen counter from Adriana and Cindy and let them talk. I kept my mouth shut. I knew if I opened my mouth I’d spew the most vile venom. So I just let my blood simmer until it was time to go downstairs to see the show.
There were several events going on in the building last night. We were going to hear this guy sing in the coffee shop, but there was also a HUGE function going on at the gallery. So huge that there was massive security (“Stop! Do you live here?!”), a red carpet AND paparazzi!
Really, all we wanted to do was to see this guy from the [redacted] sing in the coffee shop, and we did, and it was good (although it was so mellow and I was exhausted from drinking wine and then getting all riled up inside and then stopping the alcohol flow and then listening to a guy strumming his guitar and singing in this kind of lullaby tone).
Meanwhile, K. was texting me from a gallery event he was attending, and to be completely honest I would have rather been at his thing (the gallery was featuring sketches from a woman in my industry, and I would have loved to meet her). He told me that the thing going on in MY building was produced by this artist’s husband! Talk about a small world/city, eh?
Unfortunately, we had some weird texting miscommunication, and I just got annoyed at him as well and finally did the right thing–which was to put that damn phone away.
After the show, the other function was winding down as well. The red carpet was still there, so we snapped our own paparazzi shots (hilarious) and then we snuck into the event like we owned the place (because yes, I DO live here, thankyouverymuch).
And then it was like 11:30 and I could tell that Cindy wanted to go to this bar down the street, but I just didn’t have it in me. So we called it a night.
All-in-all, a very “eh” evening.
This morning, K. has been sending me texts about how awesome the artist was. I told him that I wanted to meet her, and he’s just gushing about her, and now I’m kind of annoyed again.
What is my problem?
I think I’m just frustrated about my situation and that I’m not moving forward as quickly as I want to right now. And yes, I am well aware that I basically lazed my summer away and have only just begun to get aggressive about my career again, but aaarrrrggggghhhh.
Frustration.
Okay. I’m going to get ready for church now. Maybe I’ll find some inspiration there.
One of the stairwells in my building.
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