Where Was I? in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Oh yeah. Trying to turn my life completely upside down. That’s right. I almost forgot.

I’ve been so busy thinking about all things romantic that I’ve put a lot of really important stuff on the back burner. This is a dangerous time to do that.

Let’s see. Where do I even begin?

Came back from my trip and practically sprinted to the mailbox to make sure my offer letter was in there. Ummm. Nope. It wasn’t. Left a couple of messages with the nice HR manager in hopes that he would call me first thing this morning to let me know what happened.

He didn’t call. I waited. Didn’t call. Waited some more. Finally, I called his mobile number. He sounded very stressed. Well guess why? His mother had passed away. He was out of town taking care of family business, and I had interrupted what sounded like a very important conversation! Oh my gosh, did I feel awkward. But he was so incredibly cool about the whole thing and got me in touch with another person in HR who immediately mailed out a new set of paperwork and later faxed me the offer letter.

Whew. Relief.

It is now official. I have the letter in hand.

The relocation people have called, but I have yet to talk to them. I hope to talk to them tomorrow. I hope the scenario works out as follows: They fly me up to start work on the 21st. Rent me a car and hook me up in corporate housing and all that jazz. I work for a week while I look for places to live. Hopefully will find one within that week. Then they fly me back down here where they have the movers meet me to pack up all my stuff and I drive my kitty and myself back. I then settle happily into my new dream job and nice 2-bedroom, (possibly) 2-bath living quarters.

I’m sure that’s much easier said than done, but that’s kinda how I see it working out.

I am freaking out about what to do with Kitty when I travel. I guess I’ll be looking for a kitty sitter. Either that or I’m gonna have to move my parents up with me! Or Super T.! I told him I’d pay him a small salary plus sexual favors to move with me and take care of Kitty when I travel. He was all over that, lemme tell ya! More on him later.

I don’t know a soul in the new city. Nobody. No one. Nada. Zip. Zilch.

Um. Scary. I’m trying hard not to dwell on that fact.

LDL doesn’t make that easy. He is ripping me to shreds. Not only is he pulling the I-Love-You-More-Than-Anything card…..plus the My-Dog-Is-Dead card…..plus the I-Desperately-Need-You-In-My-Life card, now he’s pulling the You-Are-Moving-To-The-Freaking-MIDWEST card too. Not to mention the Do-You-Realize-The-Mistake-You’re-Making card.

And I want to just ignore him. But he calls my mobile and he calls my office and many times he’s crying. He calls at all hours. And I feel so awful for him. I’m sorry that he’s had another traumatic thing happen in his life. But he’s using it to try to manipulate me again.

I know. It’s my fault for visiting him and letting him back in. It’s not one of the more brilliant moves I’ve made in my life. I feel heavy with guilt and quite a bit of self-loathe. How could I think that something like this wouldn’t happen??

But I now have bigger things to worry about. And I’m sorry if it’s selfish. But I have to take care of me. Me. Me.

Because I know that nobody’s gonna do it for me. Especially not him. And I’m not asking him or anyone else to.

Better run for now. I’ve got one more thing to do here at work and then grab a cocktail with my next-door cubicle neighbor. This should be interesting. He’s hit on me before. He knows I’m leaving. Hmmmmm….

So much to do. So little time. So what do I do? Cocktails.