In Between Meetings in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Alright. Enough of the sappy love bullshit. For one entry anyway.

Let’s get back to the freaky work situation again. The saga/drama continues. As much as I try to stay out of the middle of things, it has become impossible. Luckily, I’ve suddenly found myself on the “good” side of things. At least until the pendulum decides to swing back the other direction. Which could happen at any time, most likely suddenly and with violence.

Mr. Peepers and Big Boss seem to be at odds with each other a lot of the time now. For me, that means listening to both of them bitch about the other. Can you believe this? I’ve gone from being completely shut out of most higher-level conversations involving my area, making it virtually impossible to work effectively, to getting more and more involved with each of them one-on-one because they don’t have their little lovefests every morning over coffee anymore. So I’m now doing double duty in the communications department….running from one boss to the other. Again, making my job much less efficient.

Can’t win for losing.

At least I get more of a say lately. And because they seem to always have differing opinions, I’ve become the stalemate breaker! So I’ve been able to wield what teensy tiny bit of power I feel like I have left in me quite cunningly.

Damn. I’ll learn to plot yet!

Weightloss thing is going okay. Just okay. I would say that in a more positive tone if I hadn’t gone to dinner last night with some vendors. Oy. These guys love to go all out. Suzie, Lisa (another coworker), and I met Jim and Ralph at one of the best-known and most expensive restaurants in town. I always love to go to this place because it’s always packed full of powerful businesspeople wheeling and dealing and the atmosphere is always charged with energy.

Of course, I drank, ate, and talked too much. Even stayed with the guys after Lisa and Suzie left. We hung out in the cigar bar and shot the shit. Ralph married into this family-owned business. He pretty much goofs off for a living. Told me he’d hire me in a heartbeat, but couldn’t afford me. Jim started in on the I-Can’t-Believe-You’re-Not-Married crap and blew my head into obscene proportions, telling me how awesome he thinks I am and what a perfect woman I am. I let him continue until the venue shut down.

Jim walked me to my car, and when we got there he told me that I need someone to take care of the little things for me. My car needs a good washing, and he pointed out the big dent in the front where I hit that woman’s car when I was drunk driving. Ech. Like I need a fucking reminder. But I guess I do. So I’m leaving that damn dent as is. Because I think about that night and how lucky I was, and I thank my lucky stars every time I see it.

Oh, but back to weightloss. On Monday, I joined this special class at the gym that’s supposed to be an 8-session weightloss workout/nutrition sort of deal. But the whole thing pissed me off because we were supposed to have our measurements taken when we registered (nobody did), and we’re supposed to have kind of a detailed schedule (nope), and the teacher told us that we were going to have to meet at different clubs for a few sessions (wha?), and then told us that we were supposed to have a nutritionist at our class, but we didn’t (grrrrr….getting angrier). Obviously so not prepared for anything.

So after the first class, I marched right down to the front desk and explained why I didn’t think that I would get my money’s worth out of the class and that I wanted a refund. And they were actually pretty cool about it, even though they said that nobody’s ever complained about the class before. I find that hard to believe. It was about the least organized “class” I’ve ever attempted to take.

No matter. Just glad they refunded.

Supposed to be going to kickboxing tonight, but I’m not feeling too swift right now. Maybe a nice bike ride instead?? I don’t know. I’m so not feeling well today. Been walking around with the chills for half the day. Not a good sign. There’s colds and other crap going around the office lately. Yuk. What I wouldn’t give for one of Scott’s sweet backrubs tonight.

Did I tell you that I’m meeting Best Bud in Miami for a long weekend in September? I’m so excited! She’ll be coming in from Haiti (business trip) early Friday evening, and we both love to salsa dance. So I told her to just stay in Miami and I’d fly in and meet her there to celebrate her birthday, which is just a couple days after that. We are going to have so much fun and get into sooooo much trouble!! I can just smell it already!

And speaking of travels, LDL and I have been having a lot of e-mail and phone contact regarding my upcoming trip to San Francisco. He has now worked himself into a tizzy. I’m worried that he thinks that I have suddenly changed my mind about him and that we’re going to work things out. He is so excited. And I’ll be perfectly honest. I’m looking forward to it myself. I’m now calling it the Sexual Healing Trip. I’m practically aquiver just thinking about getting my “needs” fulfilled. Refilled? Whatever. I just hope that it doesn’t backfire and turn into the Head Trip.

I’m also planning my next NYC trip. Looks like the beginning of October. Strangely enough, I hadn’t heard from Dean (the cute Canadian) since I got back from the Girls’ Trip in the beginning of June. Until he e-mailed me yesterday! I replied, telling him I was planning on coming up and would love to see him. Looks like another fun trip in the works!

Lastly, I’m crossing my fingers that I will be going on the Asia trip in November. That one will be the Asia trip to end all Asia trips because Suzie’s going! I’m sure it will take me a month to recover from that one! I’m getting my passport renewed next week. I know there’s not a lot of travel $$ left in my area’s budget, but if I keep playing my cards right and the stars line up just so…..

Ugh. I better run. I’m not finished with everything at work, but I’m starting to feel like hell. Need to finish a couple more approvals and send out evening e-mails. At the rate I’m going I could be here all night!

I think there’s more to write, but I can’t remember. Sure I’ll think of it on my way home or something.