Happy Friday. I am so fucking over this office that I’m going to spend the last of my workday writing an entry. How about that?
I told you we had our big sales meeting here over the week, right?
Did I tell you that we had to do this dinner/event things here at the office last night?
Yes, there was super cheap booze - and yes, dinner was some kind of crap buffet. And yes, people acted like fucking zoo animals.
Did I ever tell you about the dude who fondled my Spanx the first time I met him? If not, I don’t feel like telling the story over again, but just know that there’s a dude who’s worked for this company for 20ish years and he’s the biggest candidate for a #metoo I’ve ever known. EVERYONE knows what a fucking perv he is and yet, he remains in this office…even our extremely liberal female CEO called him out in a joking way yesterday and said that he’ll be lucky if he makes it to next year, but we all know that he will. His Good Ol’ Boy customers love him that much. Ugh.
Anyway. After the 4 days of meetings this week and Wednesday night’s date and last night’s office party and all the crap I’ve ingested, I’m a walking zombie. Don’t ask me how I got up this morning for my 4:30am workout - I barely remember it, though I will say that there’s a new cute guy at the gym and he’s totally motivating…as in, he cheers me on and makes me smile and kind of blush in a sweaty and breathless way. I hope to write more about him at some point. I hope he keeps coming to class.
A few sweet texts from the good Dr. D today made me smile…
And then there’s still The Scot…who’s still texting me and I’m still engaging in conversation though I’m not sure why. I think I’ve figured it out, though. I think he’s always wanted something of a pen pal. Like, someone he can think about and text from time to time. But I don’t know that he really ever had the intention of meeting until I pushed and pushed and pushed him into it.
I’ll never get reimbursed for the hotel in NY. And I’ll never see him again. So why does he still call me his “girl”?
OK. I’m tired and bloated and miserable. I feel like there were more tidbits I wanted to tell you but I can’t think of them. So I’m going to call it a week.
xox,
GS
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