-I MAY have inadvertently flirted with a guy from work on Friday night. You see, I went out for drinks with a few people from the office after work on Friday (before running home to change for my Halloween party), and… I don’t know – I found myself walking to the subway with this guy from the office. And he was cute, I’d had a couple of cocktails, and I was in a generally good mood (thanks to the fact that I’d lived through my first week). So I was chatty. And MAYBE a little touchy-feely. I don’t know. Anyway long story short, he was practically stalking me in the office today. Shit.
-So it turns out that my assistant had quit (note: BEFORE I ever started work) because she got into a fight with my boss (it’s amazing the things that come out after a few drinks). My thoughts on the whole thing: I don’t really care. I mean, I care that I now have to spend time interviewing someone new during my first few weeks on the job, but I don’t care that my boss inspired someone to quit. Why? Well, because I got the story out of the girl (my ex-assistant), and it really didn’t sound like that big of a deal – sounded to me like the assistant overreacted actually. After all, who doesn’t get into it every once in a while at the office with someone? And how sensitive do you have to be to quit over one fight? I’d understand it if it was a regular occurrence, but what the fuck? ONE fight? Isn’t that par for the course? I don’t know, you guys tell me – am I looking at this the wrong way? Was the last place I worked such a war zone that nothing shocks me anymore? Is one fight with the boss really that big of a deal?
-It’s fucking cold in New York City today. I love it.
-I don’t want to talk about the Red Sox, I don’t want to talk about A-Rod (what a douche – could his timing have been more inappropriate?), and I don’t want to talk about the Halloween party (let’s just say I attended with Christine – yeah, exactly).
-My sister got back together with her asshole ex-boyfriend and has told everyone except me – according to my mother she’s afraid of what I’ll say. Am I scary? Wait, don’t answer that. My game plan right now is to badmouth him every chance I get until she either a) breaks down and tells me or b) breaks up with him (out of shame). Good plan?
-Simon and Garfunkel Live in Central Park – this is my new iPod addition. It’s good shit.
-Someone mentioned one of my ex-boyfriends over the weekend and it got me thinking about him. My top five thoughts concerning him were: 1) He introduced me to Sublime, so that’s good. 2) He was always late and to this day I will dump a guy if he makes me wait for him – that’s both good and bad. 3) He flew halfway across the country to see me when I told him during a phone conversation that I never wanted to speak to him again, and when he got here I refused to see him – that was funny. 4) His mother kept in touch with me for a year after we broke up – that means I’m lovable. 5) He is now married to a stripper and is living in some bumblefuck town in Georgia – that shows I have TERRIBLE taste in men.
-So I’ve decided to go back to my non-dating stance from before I was fired. As it turns out I don’t need a sugar daddy – I have a ton of severance left over and my new job is paying me WAY more than my old job. This means I now have the freedom to take a step back and actually try to figure out what I want from the men in my life. So far I don’t have much – any thoughts out there?
-Hey, you guys never told me how you felt about Redhead’s Book Club (besides McBias – yes, I know you didn’t like it McB). What was the final call on that? Because I’ve got another whopper.
Speaking of which, I’m giving you guys control over my next post; do you want a) a book club entry, b) the story of the time I let my sister cut my hair, or c) the story of how the song Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon mirrored my life (yes, the story is about what you might think it is). You guys vote and get back to me.