The Fun Never Ends! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Nov. 17, 2002, midnight
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Taking a little break here. I’ve gotten myself all worked up over tomorrow’s friggin presentation. Here’s the shitty part: I tried to go to the office yesterday to pick up the paperwork that I needed for this project, and guess what? I’m too new to get security access into the building after hours!! What kind of a deal is that? For someone they’re sending all over creation and for someone who’s working all kinds of crazy hours….I can’t get into the building to WORK over the weekend?? Fudge.

So…I’m pulling a lot of this from my netherregions. I’ve made a decent hand-out with lots and lots of photos, graphics and verbiage that I found on the internet. Yes, they are reliable sources. Some even very well-known sources that the whole industry uses. Luckily, my counterpart gave me an access code for one of the internet subscriptions, and I’ve gotten a lot of info from there. But I’m just going to have to go in early to finish part of the presentation. There are some things that I’m missing that I had to special order. They’re sitting right on my desk! I hope to the heavens that this goes over decently.

I’ve just about made myself sick here. My body is not reacting normally. I’m having female issues that are just plain gory. I don’t really want to write about it. Let’s just say that it ain’t pretty.

Gotta go on a day trip to Milwaukee on Tuesday. Fucking flight leaves at 5:55 in the AM! Then we fly back at 9:40 in the PM!! It was either that or spend the night in Milwaukee. I just didn’t want to do it. Nope. Not interested.

Then a 6:00 AM flight to Dallas on Friday. Good news there is, I’m spending the weekend in Dallas. And I’ll now tell you why. I just moved here (my new undisclosed location) from Dallas (my former undisclosed location). Yes. That’s where I’d been living. I really don’t like to reveal my living location for various reasons, but I guess since I moved and don’t live there any more, it’s okay. Plus, I think that people sometimes have preconceived notions about different places. I never really considered myself a Texan. Or Dallasite, I guess. I don’t know. Whatever. I don’t live there anymore. But that’s where I lived for the past several years. That’s where all my old buds live, and that’s where Super T is. I’m planning on spending the weekend with him.

Just got off the phone with Super T. Getting excited to see him. He’s so sweet.

But he’s also so unemployed. Got laid off a couple of weeks ago. I’m actually a little worried about him. Maybe even more than he is. What is it about guys I date and their lack of enthusiasm for work? I mean, LDL didn’t work for almost a YEAR when we were dating. Said he didn’t want to take a job that was “beneath” him. Ended up pretty much in financial ruin. Sure, he’s okay now (well, except for the getting robbed at gunpoint part), but before we broke up I felt like I was taking care of him.

And now Super T just told me that he’s going to blow off an interview tomorrow because he doesn’t feel like the job is right for him. I don’t understand these things!!

Why do I attract these types of guys??

How come I’ve never had a sugar daddy? Someone who just wants to lavish me with gifts and “take care” of me? Hm? How come?! If only…

Well, enough of this dreaming bullshit. I gotta get back to slaving over a hot computer. I do need to finish up a part of my write up. Then off to bed so that I can get my ass up super early to get to work early to do the other stuff that’s sitting on my desk.

[big, big sigh]


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