No. Not The ‘Hammer.
Ive noticed that I tend to write more frequently right before I make a big change in my life. I want to let stuff gush out of me. It feels so comforting to get these words out and on paper (screen, whatever). Why is that? I mean, I know its psychological, but its also a physical thing with me. I literally feel better, more relaxed, relieved when I can squeeze an entry in (out?) here and there.
Phone interview went well. In fact, I wish I hadnt downplayed myself so much. The interviewer (my potential boss) didnt seem to bat an eye when I told him my salary. In fact, he told me that he wanted to fly me in for a face-to-face interview. And then after he said that, I felt so much more positive about myself that I almost got a little cocky. I am absolutely my own worst enemy. But this is working out perfectly because he doesnt want me to fly out until the first week of November. After the L.A. job-hunting trip. Which hopefully means that I may be able to pick and choose (whos cocky?).
Positive thoughts. So far so good.
OOT2, my top-secret covert operation is on track! Why do I love doing things on the sly? It is such a rush! I wonder if Id be a cheater if I ever married? Probably not. The worry and guilt would eat me alive. So why dont I feel guilty about being loyal to my company? I dont feel a bit guilty. Sneaky, maybe. But guilt? Not one tiny morsel. The only twinge I feel is regarding my boss who is just about the absolute nicest guy Ive ever met (and easy on the eyes, too). The rest? Um .a president who yells and screams, coworkers who viciously gossip behind everyones back (oh, the stuff I found out the other night thats been said about me!), a dark, dreary office thats supposed to be a creative space. I know that every place has its negative traits, and there have been some amazingly wonderful things that Ive loved about this job. But this is all part of my breaking away process, so let me talk myself through this.
Oh, enough about work already.
Lets talk about bullshit. A friend of mine called me this afternoon and asked me what I was doing modeling for Anthropologie:
And now Im obsessed with letting my hair grow back to this length. Its actually starting to get close again. The shortish hair was making me feel frump, so the last time I went to the salon, I told my stylist that I wanted to grow er out again. Its in that in-between stage and its making me crazy. I want everything to be perfect for those interviews (damn work again!).
In other news, the unpacking of the temporary space is slow going. I like unpacking just about as much as I like packing. I realized that both moves that Ive made since moving to this town have been eased by the fact that both times I had a business trip to take immediately after the movers dropped the last boxes off, and that both times I had my parents here to help me with the unpacking part. Hey, it was their idea, not mine. But I have to admit that I almost asked them if they wanted to come visit this week out of sheer ulterior motive (no, I didnt do it!). The only good news it that I am leaving plenty of boxes still packed. I seem to have a lot less living space, but quite a bit more closet space in this new/temp place.
Exciting news is, Im going to have a small party! I was talking with Heatherette (heh) today, asking her when she wanted to go out booty-shaking again with me (shes oh so much fun to go dancing with), and as we were looking at our calendars, I mentioned my upcoming b-day, and she decided that I have to have a party on November 5th since Ill be traveling the week of my birthday. So theres my incentive right there. I will have this place in tip-top spiffalicious shape for the pre-dancing festivities. Do you know that I lived in my Barbie Dreamloft for a year and a few odd months and never even had so much as a housewarming?! Shame. But whose fault is that?
Im determined to have as much fun as I can before Im outtie.
Now, off to grow some hair!
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