Icy in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

We had the first big snow of the season last night. And who knew it would be so much fun? As I was walking in the pouring rain from the parking garage to my apartment, I ran into Julie, who lives on the 5th floor. She asked me if I wanted to see her freshly painted living room. Of course! So I ran upstairs to drop my stuff off, grabbed a bottle of champagne, some beers and some snacks (left over from my party), and went back down to see her orange walls! Not only was I very inspired by her paint job, but we ended up gathering everyone on the 5th floor to have cocktails and play trivial pursuit and watch the rain turn into sleet and then to snow. One of the guys grabbed a guitar and we made up songs and acted like idiots for the rest of the evening. By bedtime, I was elected an honorary member of the 5th floor! Julie even offered to help me paint my walls! Yippee!

[Side note to Athena: that’s the reason I didn’t get a chance to call you back…sorry!]

So glad I got those new tires put on my car last weekend. The drive to work this morning was quite a challenge. Under the beautiful white, fluffy snow was a layer of nasty, tricky ice. It was a white-knuckler the whole way, and I inched my way around several stuck and sliding vehicles. I made it to work with five minutes to spare before my 8:00 video presentation.

And speaking of the presentation, Big Sales Meeting is finally over. I’m so glad. Boss only pissed me off about twelve times. It was obvious that he didn’t really care for my video. I’m not really sure what to say about that. I wasn’t 100% pleased with it either and I want to do something else for the next sales meeting, but I’m not sure what. I have to get my counterpart in on whatever it is, but she’s so friggin married to the idea of doing a video for each and every sales meeting. I hate the fucking video. It’s a whole lot of work for such little reaction. It’s all for show and effect, basically a commercial, and nobody really cares. Including me. I’ve got to think of something better to do for next season. Maybe some kind of interactive DVD? I don’t know.

That’s enough work bullshit for now. Crazy Tony and Maria come to town tomorrow, so I’m sure there’ll be more to report after the fiasco that’s sure to take place.

I think Jen feels guilty about practically molesting Secret Agent Guy on my couch at my party in front of all of my friends and family. She’s being extra nice and friendly, sending me all of these girly-girl e-mails and party invitations and let’s-get-together-soons. Honestly, I’m not mad at her. But I’ll admit (only in my diary) that I am jealous of her youth and beauty and flirtatious ways that get every guy within a 50 foot radius all in a lather. I can’t stand the fact that I’m jealous. I try to tell myself that I’m not. In fact, the guys who go ga-ga over her are not guys I’d ever be interested in. In a million years (okay, except for SAG…but…why?). I wish I could just ignore it all. But I can’t. So I’ll just continue to deal with it internally whenever I see her.

There’s a lot more that I need to say here, but…eek. Looks like I’ve run out of time yet again. This always seems to happen. At this point, I have to run because I’ve scheduled a personal training session at the gym, and then I’m going to a yoga class…and oh poop, I just realized that I forgot my mat. Dammit. Now I really have to hurry so that I can stop by the apartment to pick up the mat.

Don’t you love how I simply avoid the real issues here?

I hope the roads are okay.