A brand spankin' new year ahead of me........
.......soooooo, what the hell do I do with it?
Every year I usually write a summary of my year, and this year I think I'll do it online. It's funny that I can't really remember what I was doing last new year's eve, I think I was probably home and sleeping before midnight, being the old fart that I am, and the fact that I usually go out every weekend anyway, so staying home one night a year won't kill me. Anyhoo, this past year hasn't been particularly exciting, but a few things did happen that got me into some new stuff. I discovered slash, specifically CSI slash, and I have been hooked big time on it. I spend more time at my computer than I do cleaning my house, and the cat hair dust bunnies are threatening to take over! I really got into CSI in a HUGE way, and then when I discovered slash and fan fiction, well, that just opened up a whole new world for me. It got me writing again, something I had not done in several years, and I like the sense of accomplishment it gave me, plus the good feelings of being creative. I read more on the computer than I do actual books, but hey, I like it, I don't neglect my real life or not feed my cats, so what's a little boysmut in the grand scheme of things?
I almost got fired at work this year for cutting my hair too short AND dying it platinum blonde in the same weekend. So no more buzz cuts for me. I knew I was pushing it, since I work for a financial investment company, and I am the receptionist so everyone sees me first, but hey, I was getting it cut like that for a few months and no one said anything, plus this one girl in the office bleaches her hair and she is so far away from a natural blonde it isn't funny. So now I have gone back to red hair, and I am growing it out. I have like a blunt cut just above my ears, and it looks pretty cute and I get lots of compliments, but I sure do miss the buzz. Fuck. Just my luck I'm not independently wealthy. And also with work, our office manager watches me like a hawk, fucking old battle-ax, like she doesn't have anything better to do, and I feel like she's trying to get me fired one stupid incident at a time. My actual boss is in another state, and once I didn't put away the office supplies the way she thought they should have been put away, and she emails my boss and tells her, so then I get an email about putting things away. WTF??? So when said boss came down for a visit, I popped a xanax and had a meeting with her, and I outright told her that I thought office manager was trying to get me fired one incident at a time. I know that when my boss gets emailed about something I did, that she has to document it. Just because I do things differently doesn't mean that my way is wrong. You know, I like the job that I do, its the environment that sucks rocks. It's ultra conservative and I don't have a conservative bone in my body. But I stay there because I need to pay rent and feed the cats, plus I have health insurance, and they pay me decently enough to answer phones and surf the net all day. But I had having to dress like I normally wouldn't do every day, and wear my hair in ways that I don't particularly enjoy, but hey, that's real life kiddo, suck it up and deal with it.
I also had to do a voluntary repo on my car back in October. The payments were killing me, along with all my other bills. But I don't regret it, and I don't miss having a car. I have friends that give me lifts to run errands when I need it, and I take the bus to work. Someday I'll get some clunker to get me around, but for right now, I'm doing fine.
Okay, at the risk of sounding very junior high writing this, I stopped by my favorite bar Friday night for a couple of beers,and my ex-husband was meeting me. We get along as long as we aren't married and living in the same zip code. We are best friends, but do not sleep together. He's a good looking older man, but he just doesn't get my juices flowing, figuratively or literally. Ahem, anyway, I'm sitting there waiting for him to show up, already on my third beer, and in walks one of my coworkers. Nice guy, big brown eyes, heh, Nick or Greg anyone?? :) Anyway, we are talking and he asks if I'm here with anyone, and I say my ex is coming. He met him at our company holiday party, BTW. Then he asks if we are still dating, or friends or whatever. I say that we are friends, that we get along better not married. I thought that was a kind of fishing-for-info comment, because I just got that vibe. Now of course, he brought this lovely blonde thing to our holiday party, nice, but blonde and with a fake and bake tan, all that stuff, and I'm just a short, albeit very curvy, funky little redhead with a dirty mind who likes beer and smokes. But hey, if he ever asked, I'd give it a go. But in my line of work, most of the guys have these gorgeous trophy wives that look good at corporate functions, and I just don't fit in, she of the weird hair and tattoos. But hey, I can dream, can't I?
Every year I usually write a summary of my year, and this year I think I'll do it online. It's funny that I can't really remember what I was doing last new year's eve, I think I was probably home and sleeping before midnight, being the old fart that I am, and the fact that I usually go out every weekend anyway, so staying home one night a year won't kill me. Anyhoo, this past year hasn't been particularly exciting, but a few things did happen that got me into some new stuff. I discovered slash, specifically CSI slash, and I have been hooked big time on it. I spend more time at my computer than I do cleaning my house, and the cat hair dust bunnies are threatening to take over! I really got into CSI in a HUGE way, and then when I discovered slash and fan fiction, well, that just opened up a whole new world for me. It got me writing again, something I had not done in several years, and I like the sense of accomplishment it gave me, plus the good feelings of being creative. I read more on the computer than I do actual books, but hey, I like it, I don't neglect my real life or not feed my cats, so what's a little boysmut in the grand scheme of things?
I almost got fired at work this year for cutting my hair too short AND dying it platinum blonde in the same weekend. So no more buzz cuts for me. I knew I was pushing it, since I work for a financial investment company, and I am the receptionist so everyone sees me first, but hey, I was getting it cut like that for a few months and no one said anything, plus this one girl in the office bleaches her hair and she is so far away from a natural blonde it isn't funny. So now I have gone back to red hair, and I am growing it out. I have like a blunt cut just above my ears, and it looks pretty cute and I get lots of compliments, but I sure do miss the buzz. Fuck. Just my luck I'm not independently wealthy. And also with work, our office manager watches me like a hawk, fucking old battle-ax, like she doesn't have anything better to do, and I feel like she's trying to get me fired one stupid incident at a time. My actual boss is in another state, and once I didn't put away the office supplies the way she thought they should have been put away, and she emails my boss and tells her, so then I get an email about putting things away. WTF??? So when said boss came down for a visit, I popped a xanax and had a meeting with her, and I outright told her that I thought office manager was trying to get me fired one incident at a time. I know that when my boss gets emailed about something I did, that she has to document it. Just because I do things differently doesn't mean that my way is wrong. You know, I like the job that I do, its the environment that sucks rocks. It's ultra conservative and I don't have a conservative bone in my body. But I stay there because I need to pay rent and feed the cats, plus I have health insurance, and they pay me decently enough to answer phones and surf the net all day. But I had having to dress like I normally wouldn't do every day, and wear my hair in ways that I don't particularly enjoy, but hey, that's real life kiddo, suck it up and deal with it.
I also had to do a voluntary repo on my car back in October. The payments were killing me, along with all my other bills. But I don't regret it, and I don't miss having a car. I have friends that give me lifts to run errands when I need it, and I take the bus to work. Someday I'll get some clunker to get me around, but for right now, I'm doing fine.
Okay, at the risk of sounding very junior high writing this, I stopped by my favorite bar Friday night for a couple of beers,and my ex-husband was meeting me. We get along as long as we aren't married and living in the same zip code. We are best friends, but do not sleep together. He's a good looking older man, but he just doesn't get my juices flowing, figuratively or literally. Ahem, anyway, I'm sitting there waiting for him to show up, already on my third beer, and in walks one of my coworkers. Nice guy, big brown eyes, heh, Nick or Greg anyone?? :) Anyway, we are talking and he asks if I'm here with anyone, and I say my ex is coming. He met him at our company holiday party, BTW. Then he asks if we are still dating, or friends or whatever. I say that we are friends, that we get along better not married. I thought that was a kind of fishing-for-info comment, because I just got that vibe. Now of course, he brought this lovely blonde thing to our holiday party, nice, but blonde and with a fake and bake tan, all that stuff, and I'm just a short, albeit very curvy, funky little redhead with a dirty mind who likes beer and smokes. But hey, if he ever asked, I'd give it a go. But in my line of work, most of the guys have these gorgeous trophy wives that look good at corporate functions, and I just don't fit in, she of the weird hair and tattoos. But hey, I can dream, can't I?