It's been such a long time
Ok, I have been VERY slack about updating my journal. Since the last time, I ended up finding out that I HATE cooking for a living. It's fun to do for family and friends but I NEVER want to do it again. Truly the work is fun, but it's the hours. and in this case, i ended up working for some complete asshole. The guy I was dating turned out to be a total psycho. When he wasn't calling me, he was texting me. I looked forward to the times he was at work and I wasn't so I'd get a break, but he'd still call and text from work, or while he was driving, or while he was painting...
I was really trying to think of the nicest way to break it off with him without hurting him. He had already told me he loved me after 10 days. That was a big stop sign for me, but I thought I could talk him through taking things slowly.
But the breakup, well, that was easy. I ignored a phone call and a text message. I chatted with my friend David from Raleigh for hours and hours on the internet. This idiot saw me on there and decided to "test" me. ugh, he created a screen name etc and tried to basically get me to hook up with him etc. I told him no, no, no thank you, no...It just didn't end. then he called, then texted twice. After chatting with David and feeling GREAT about how things went, I went to bed. I woke up to the door bell ringing. It was this freak at 9am. He had some paintings at my house on the walls. I told him he was welcome to put them there until they sold. The galleries selling his work didn't need any more work and his closets and walls were full. Anyway, he tells me he sold a painting and needed to get it. I go out to the car to get my lighter and i come back in and all his paintings are gone. This motherfucker has grabbed 4 paintings in a bout 2 minutes and had to RUN to his truck.
I was like wow! I didn't have to do anything. WHOHOO. It seemed to good to be true. An hour later he starts texting me again. I told him politely to get lost.
In other news I ended up getting a GREAT job. I am the payroll coordinator for a large UK based company with a North American headquarters. I am making more money than I ever did before and the VP has already said I will be getting a great raise soon because I have "knocked the cover off the ball". I am so stoked. The coolest thing? I work with all these Brit's. It's so neat to listen to them speak. It's like I don't care what the fuck they are saying as long as they keep talking. My voicemail is British too. I had interviewed with this company when i moved here, but was presented with a job offer with that fucked up company I went to work for first. The VP of HR was expecting to hire me but I just didn't get that vibe. It was a job as his assistant. This new position opened up and he asked the recruiter to find me an offer me an interview. This couldn't have worked out better. They waived any kind of probationary period, paid me the very top of the range I had initially requested and would have paid more, but they had to pay a ridiculous fee to the recruiter. Well, i need to stop this novel. It's time for bed. I am a bit sunburned from the beach today. I try to get out at least once a week and chill. Today I had a porpoise jump up about 5 feet from me in the water. It's amazing to have that going on around me.
This job has TONS of work and I am still new, so I feel inept. I dunno if it's a good thing, but they have invited me to join the rugby team. I may start playing this week.
Love you all...
I was really trying to think of the nicest way to break it off with him without hurting him. He had already told me he loved me after 10 days. That was a big stop sign for me, but I thought I could talk him through taking things slowly.
But the breakup, well, that was easy. I ignored a phone call and a text message. I chatted with my friend David from Raleigh for hours and hours on the internet. This idiot saw me on there and decided to "test" me. ugh, he created a screen name etc and tried to basically get me to hook up with him etc. I told him no, no, no thank you, no...It just didn't end. then he called, then texted twice. After chatting with David and feeling GREAT about how things went, I went to bed. I woke up to the door bell ringing. It was this freak at 9am. He had some paintings at my house on the walls. I told him he was welcome to put them there until they sold. The galleries selling his work didn't need any more work and his closets and walls were full. Anyway, he tells me he sold a painting and needed to get it. I go out to the car to get my lighter and i come back in and all his paintings are gone. This motherfucker has grabbed 4 paintings in a bout 2 minutes and had to RUN to his truck.
I was like wow! I didn't have to do anything. WHOHOO. It seemed to good to be true. An hour later he starts texting me again. I told him politely to get lost.
In other news I ended up getting a GREAT job. I am the payroll coordinator for a large UK based company with a North American headquarters. I am making more money than I ever did before and the VP has already said I will be getting a great raise soon because I have "knocked the cover off the ball". I am so stoked. The coolest thing? I work with all these Brit's. It's so neat to listen to them speak. It's like I don't care what the fuck they are saying as long as they keep talking. My voicemail is British too. I had interviewed with this company when i moved here, but was presented with a job offer with that fucked up company I went to work for first. The VP of HR was expecting to hire me but I just didn't get that vibe. It was a job as his assistant. This new position opened up and he asked the recruiter to find me an offer me an interview. This couldn't have worked out better. They waived any kind of probationary period, paid me the very top of the range I had initially requested and would have paid more, but they had to pay a ridiculous fee to the recruiter. Well, i need to stop this novel. It's time for bed. I am a bit sunburned from the beach today. I try to get out at least once a week and chill. Today I had a porpoise jump up about 5 feet from me in the water. It's amazing to have that going on around me.
This job has TONS of work and I am still new, so I feel inept. I dunno if it's a good thing, but they have invited me to join the rugby team. I may start playing this week.
Love you all...