I give this day about a 5.
Got up this morning to a very messy apartment. I’d been doing laundry a lot of the weekend and needed to get even more done to prep for the convention this week.
I’ll have to wear something of a uniform at this multi-day gig, which actually consists of various shirts that have the name of my company embroidered on them and then we can wear whatever we want as the rest of the outfit. The shirts are ugly as sin, and so there’s usually kind of a contest among a few of us to see who can creatively make these damn shirts look good. Many times, we simply cover them up with jackets or cute sweaters. I don’t know why they make us wear these things.
ANYWAY – I’m going to this trade show tomorrow, and I’m trying very hard to anticipate with some excitement while trying to clean up from the weekend and from last week’s trip and from the fact that I had to take my puppy to my parents’ and they don’t seem to be doing well with her.
I’m really kind of annoyed with my mom. She’s getting kind of bitchy about taking care of the dog. On the one hand, she and my dad totally volunteered to sit for her during this week, and so you’d think they’d kind of know what they are getting into. But on the other hand, a puppy is much needier than my old Tan Man cat. He’s the last little creature they’ve taken care of for me and it’s been quite a while.
Plus, my mom is getting old, rickety and grumpy. That’s the only way I know how to put it. Not that she’s ever been sweet and soft and, quite frankly, loving…but she gets worse the older she gets. Her barbs are more painful and nasty. She’s becoming quite an angry old lady. Still, she’s always done stuff for me, really without complaint. So the fact that she’s complaining now is bumming me out.
But as of tonight, everything seems ok, so I don’t have to resort to Plan B or C, which would have been either the Bulldog (he was totally cool with it - no complaints!) - but he needed to work outside his house both days which would have not been so great, or Mama Joanna, where pup has stayed already a couple of times before, though it would have been a logistical nightmare at this time.
Thankfully, neither of these had to happen.
Saw the Bulldog again tonight. We had a nice evening of walking in the mall because it was nasty outside and I wanted to look for something in specific to wear at the convention. Didn’t find anything.
We ate some sushi and had good talks. Friend zone-type stuff. That’s fine. I guess.
He sometimes calls me “babe” and that makes me feel squishy, but still…doesn’t act like I’m truly his babe. I guess I’m just any old babe. Fine.
Still, the good part of tonight is that he truly is working on the negativity. I think that maybe our relationship is built around some kind of transformation for him. Maybe I’ve actually done some good?
Not that there has to be something in it for me, right? I mean, he does build me up and tell me I’m great and yada yada.
But…sigh.
Oh. We watched Sabrina, the Audrey Hepburn movie the other night. I’d never seen it. I feel like Sabrina, foolishly in love with silly David. If David were a tortured soul, that is.
Regardless, all was not a loss today. I got some ideas to re-work a skirt tomorrow morning before I leave so that I can rock those ugly shirts at the show.
Better roll on to bed. Morning comes fast. Especially when the flight’s at 7:15. Good news is that I’m upgraded!
First Class, like me (heh)!
Love you,
GS
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