Got home from work just after 8pm. You guys. This shit isn’t working. I’ve spent two full working days now (of my 45 days!) doing stupid shit that’s NOT even my go-forward job. I’ve been tracking down orders from customers that our production and manufacturing teams keep fucking up. That’s LITERALLY the furthest thing from what I should be doing. I’m so fucking over it at this point.
And fucking bitch Brown Nosey…she is LOVING seeing me in pain. I swear, I want to kick that chick in the vagina. But no. I’m going to play smiley face and let her be a bitch to the production crew so I don’t have to.
In fact, I’m going to let it all slide right off my back and try to sneak time into my workdays to aggressively job search. I mean, at this point why not? Boss is not helping me…much. I’m documenting it all, but the last time we sat down to discuss my “plan” was October 30th, and we didn’t really get into the meat of the plan.
I mean seriously, after seeing Best Bud yesterday - she’s doing fine. She’s well connected. Yes, it’s going to take her a while to get a great fit of a job, but until then she’s feeling okay and not stressing too much.
I will say that I would prefer to keep my job until I have another one, but I don’t know if that’s actually going to happen at this point, so I have to brace a little without sticking my head in the sand (which is what I’ve been doing for the last 20 or so days).
UGH. This all sucks.
I mean, seriously. This is really eating into my prime holiday planning! Parties and dresses and New Years Eve in New York!! Right? How am I supposed to get this all done?
Hah.
Still NO plane ticket confirmation from The Scot.
I’m over everything and everyone. I mean…kind of. Sure, I’m still having dreams and fantasies about The Scot, but I feel like he’s getting a bit more realistic with his texts - they are not nearly as over-the-top as they’d been for the last couple of weeks. And his true colors have come out a bit on FaceTime. And I can imagine if he’s slightly argumentative and a tad bit dickish (once - and it was a joking kind of dickish like my joking kind of dickish is as well) over FaceTime I can just kind of imagine what real life with him might be like (though he’s still fucking hilariously funny).
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Anyway. I’ve spent the last couple of hours dicking around on LinkedIn, Facebook and for some reason, my photos from Scotland in my phone.
I’m obsessed.
I gotta go. It’s well past my bedtime and almost time to write NJM 13!!
Sleep tight my muffins!
xox,
GS
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