I'll tell you something I think you'll understand
I wrote this Sunday night and I was pretty sad so I thought I'd think about some things and not post some others!
I had an amazing weekend with my (now) Angelino friends Larry & Richelle. It's been two months since they moved away and I still super miss them. I don't like to get all mushy typically so I'll just say that I am very fond of them and miss them a lot. I feel heavy. Not in a literal sense but in an emotional one. Work promises to be super stressful this week, we have an audit starting on Monday and a lot of the compliance requirements fall under my responsibility. We did badly last time due to poor management and various and sundry communication issues, so there's a lot of pressure to get things right this time. I'm not looking forward to that. Friday will be a very happy day for me because it will mean all the bullshit will be over. I also have a new boss and in the midst of all the chaos am trying to adapt to a new style of management and direction. A week from tomorrow will hopefully put me into a good working groove and work will be mostly happy times again.
I am sad about my friends going back to LA but I'm glad that they both intend to move back here in the future. Knowing that makes seeing them leave a lot easier to handle. It might be a few years (or possibly longer), but knowing they aren't forever lost to the land of fruits and nuts is good news. I hope to plan a trip out there next month to visit them, and they seem pretty set on coming back out here in June. I super miss them and Sunday night was kind of a bad night for me. I got bummed about them and some other things (BOYS) and watched a shitty action movie that I couldn't even follow and cried by the window. Why by the window? I DON'T KNOW STOP WITH THE QUESTIONS.
I did something crazy and probably dumb and impulsive recently and purchased a month worth of Swing dance lessons. I had my first lesson last night and I didn't kill anyone, so it wasn't a total failure, but neither would I consider it a rousing success. I spent an hour after class practicing more with Ashley & Gary and then about half an hour practicing by myself and most of the day today shuffling my feet like a retard zombie. I think part of my problem is I'm used to pretty fast dancing, and since this is a beginner's class everything is pretty slow. Going slow means I think about what I'm doing too much and that's bad and causes me to overthink and go OH GOD WHAT AM I DOING WHY IS THAT STRANGER TOUCHING ME DO I SMELL. So I'm hoping that will go away with time. I also listened to mostly swing music all day today to get myself familiar with the tempo and rhythm.
I ate way too much and drank way too much due to excessive weekend fun and due to that gained some weight BUT I'M PRETTY SURE OTHER PEOPLE DID TOO so I think that evens out. Tip: If you're in a weight loss competition make sure that everyone sabotages themselves the same week you do. I would say drink less but that's a stupid thing to even imply. Other than that this week is a lot better than it was when it started out so that's golden in my book. I still have 3 days of work audit bullshit to deal with, but so far they aren't all up in my junk so I hope it stays that way.
I'm watching the episode of Glee where Kurt's Dad has a heart attack and Kurt sings and there's a father/son montage and oh god it made me cry like a girl and I had to call my dad and leave him a voicemail telling him I LOVEYOU DAD keep on rockin in the free world. Also, it is his birthday on Sunday and now I'm emotional and shit. THANKS GLEE. I was a totally horrible teenager to my dad and put him through a ton of shit when I was younger and he just rolled with it like a fucking boss and now doesn't even mention it or guilt me or anything. Man, my Dad is great. Annnnd on that tangent, jez out.
I had an amazing weekend with my (now) Angelino friends Larry & Richelle. It's been two months since they moved away and I still super miss them. I don't like to get all mushy typically so I'll just say that I am very fond of them and miss them a lot. I feel heavy. Not in a literal sense but in an emotional one. Work promises to be super stressful this week, we have an audit starting on Monday and a lot of the compliance requirements fall under my responsibility. We did badly last time due to poor management and various and sundry communication issues, so there's a lot of pressure to get things right this time. I'm not looking forward to that. Friday will be a very happy day for me because it will mean all the bullshit will be over. I also have a new boss and in the midst of all the chaos am trying to adapt to a new style of management and direction. A week from tomorrow will hopefully put me into a good working groove and work will be mostly happy times again.
I am sad about my friends going back to LA but I'm glad that they both intend to move back here in the future. Knowing that makes seeing them leave a lot easier to handle. It might be a few years (or possibly longer), but knowing they aren't forever lost to the land of fruits and nuts is good news. I hope to plan a trip out there next month to visit them, and they seem pretty set on coming back out here in June. I super miss them and Sunday night was kind of a bad night for me. I got bummed about them and some other things (BOYS) and watched a shitty action movie that I couldn't even follow and cried by the window. Why by the window? I DON'T KNOW STOP WITH THE QUESTIONS.
I did something crazy and probably dumb and impulsive recently and purchased a month worth of Swing dance lessons. I had my first lesson last night and I didn't kill anyone, so it wasn't a total failure, but neither would I consider it a rousing success. I spent an hour after class practicing more with Ashley & Gary and then about half an hour practicing by myself and most of the day today shuffling my feet like a retard zombie. I think part of my problem is I'm used to pretty fast dancing, and since this is a beginner's class everything is pretty slow. Going slow means I think about what I'm doing too much and that's bad and causes me to overthink and go OH GOD WHAT AM I DOING WHY IS THAT STRANGER TOUCHING ME DO I SMELL. So I'm hoping that will go away with time. I also listened to mostly swing music all day today to get myself familiar with the tempo and rhythm.
I ate way too much and drank way too much due to excessive weekend fun and due to that gained some weight BUT I'M PRETTY SURE OTHER PEOPLE DID TOO so I think that evens out. Tip: If you're in a weight loss competition make sure that everyone sabotages themselves the same week you do. I would say drink less but that's a stupid thing to even imply. Other than that this week is a lot better than it was when it started out so that's golden in my book. I still have 3 days of work audit bullshit to deal with, but so far they aren't all up in my junk so I hope it stays that way.
I'm watching the episode of Glee where Kurt's Dad has a heart attack and Kurt sings and there's a father/son montage and oh god it made me cry like a girl and I had to call my dad and leave him a voicemail telling him I LOVEYOU DAD keep on rockin in the free world. Also, it is his birthday on Sunday and now I'm emotional and shit. THANKS GLEE. I was a totally horrible teenager to my dad and put him through a ton of shit when I was younger and he just rolled with it like a fucking boss and now doesn't even mention it or guilt me or anything. Man, my Dad is great. Annnnd on that tangent, jez out.