He’s Out. He’s Out. He’s Out. He’s Back. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Well, I was 100% dead-on about my boss. Today our president called the teams in to our area to have a quick announcement. My boss is going to be the president of another company. An ultra hip, very fashionable company. I’m thrilled for him, but freaking out about what’s going to happen here in the future. As I’ve said before, he was my biggest supporter. So with him gone, it might get a little rough around here for a while (like it hasn’t already been rough?). And the members of our teams have already been advised that we will not be allowed to follow him to the new, ultra hip, very fashionable company (it’s also owned by our parent company). Bummer. I was kind of hopeful about the thought of moving to New York and working under him again.

The press releases have already come out. I can’t wait to see what happens. Meanwhile, I think I’m going to continue to talk to some of the headhunters I’ve recently been in touch with. It can’t hurt…just in case. It’s every man and woman for him/herself at this point, right? In fact, someone has already asked me if I’ve packed my bags for New York yet.

So. Scott seems to be out of the picture now. He’s blown off two phone calls. I’m leaving the ball in his court from now on.

And Quentin. Odd creature that he is. I just don’t know about him. We talked briefly last night, but I don’t quite get where he’s coming from.

So then there’s LDL. Had a long, bittersweet phone conversation with him last night. You know I’m still going out to the Bay Area in September, right? It kind of promises to be a long weekend of sex, the Pixies, more sex, and mind-fucking. I am one sick puppy for doing this all over again. I know this. I do. But I simply can’t wait to see him at this point. I suppose it’s because I know there’s someone out there who is desperately in love with me and would do anything…ANYTHING…to have me back. And the more he pulls, the more I waver then pull the other way. Waver then pull. It’s a balancing thing. We’ve always had a great balance. And I think I still love him in that familiar, destructive, unhealthy way.

*Sigh*

The things we do for affection, attention, and approval.