Tap, Tap, Tap in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • June 13, 2006, midnight
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Little bit of time before my next meeting and in the mood to tap an entry out. Gotta take these moments when you can, I guess.

Boss Party Pants is back from her trip to the South of France, and OH! I told you I have a new boss, right? Well, we were together in NY last week, and I adore her! Soft spoken and sweet yet smart and productive…let’s me do my thing (which can get a little spastic at times) with the addition of constructive comments. I think we hit it off really well—better than I expected, even. I can tell that I’m going to learn a lot from her. And the really good news is, she doesn’t appear to rock out as much as BPP. This could be the buffer I need from becoming a major alcoholic when I travel. Operation SIC [Stay in Control] is underway!

And SIC is what I was last night. I left work at a decent time, went to the gym, and when all that was done, I didn’t feel like going home. I was actually craving this seared ahi tuna salad that I sometimes get at one of my fave restos. So I took myself on a little date. It was quite pleasant, actually. I treated myself to a glass of wine and had an interesting conversation with the guy sitting next to me (he’d told me he was leaving when I first sat down, but ended up staying and talking for a couple hours!). No interest on my side, and the conversation did get a little [mucho] salty, but I laughed a lot…until he started “accidentally” brushing my butt with his arm and scooting in closer. It was time to call it an evening at that point anyway. I was very proud of myself for not having a second glass when he offered. Plus, he wanted to buy my whole dinner, but I refused. Good for me!

Been thinking tons about AtH/Nabe. So much it makes my head hurt. He’s a nice guy and I’ll continue to be his friend, but I certainly don’t need to obsess over him any more. It’s a waste of energy—energy that could and should go elsewhere. So much to do!

Project Update: So far, Project OPAL is off to a slow start, thanks to unreasonable and unreliable handymen/painters. I have a feeling painting the loft might be a job for Super Ginger. Perhaps I’m jinxing the whole thing so I’ll be able to do it myself. What do you think?

When the first painter came over to give me a quote, he walked in just brimming with negative energy. It was weird. I can’t believe he’d come over if he really didn’t want a paint job. He didn’t pay attention to what I was saying and actually asked, “You want to paint the brick wall?” No, no, NO, you IDIOT! I want to paint the walls I’m pointing at. Did I point at the brick wall? Did I say anything about the brick wall? I wanted to ask him these questions, of course, but what came out of my mouth was, “You sure are negative about painting this place, aren’t you?” His quote came in $1200 over what I want to pay. I told him he was a waste of my time and gave him the boot. Asshole.

The next guy is a friend of Best Bud’s fiancé. I thought for sure he’d be very prompt and interested since it was a recommendation from BB’s man. These guys are all pretty much master craftsmen, and I was excited to have a friend of a friend come look at the place. But he’s blown me off twice, and I’m getting discouraged.

So, I think I’m about ready to start chipping away at this project, a little bit at a time. Pops even told me that he’d help me if I wanted him to. I think that would be fun, my dad and me painting the place. Of course, it would be even more fun if someone would come in and do it for me for free, but nobody’s offering to do that…hell, I can’t even get someone to come in and do it for several hundred dollars. What’s wrong with people?

Travel Update: Off to Canada on Thursday! I can’t believe in all of my travels I’ve never been to visit our friends in the Great White North—ever! I’m really looking forward to it. I’ll be solo in Montreal on Thursday evening through early, early Saturday morning, and then I’ll meet up with my small group in Toronto the rest of the weekend through Monday evening. I’ve got to remember to take lots of pix. That’s something I’ve gotten out of the habit of doing, and I sometimes kick myself over it. I also want to pick up some postcards—especially if I can find some vintage ones. I’m thinking about a project for Project OPAL that will incorporate postcards from all over:

On a somewhat postcard-related thought, I like this…

Better run. Duty calls….


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