Sunday, October 22, 2006

Update: Guys still suck*

I'm not usually one to complain. Okay, scratch that.

I'm not one to complain about a lot of thing; however, lately I've been filled with frustration. It may be the PMS talking (most likely), but my frustration levels are at an all time high.

I started my new job this week. I guess its going well. I really have no idea what I'm doing, but who cares as long as I'm getting paid well to do it, right? I do miss having free time at work. My supervisor never seems to need a break... I mean, we never even had lunch on Tuesday OR Friday.

I have other frustrations as well.

On Friday I was talking to my trainer and he asked about my personal life... a.k.a. My dating life. It's not easy to tell people that you aren't dating. He automatically just assumed that it was because I was "focusing on my career right now," as I've heard some girls say. Not so for me. I just had to explain to him that I don't date because NO ONE ASKS!!

My trainer then did his normal speech..."You're so beautiful, so charming, upbeat, full of life," blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda. He then says, "When we finish getting you in tip top shape, you won't have room in your calendar for all the dates you'll be asked on."

He obviously doesn't know me that well.

I had to assure him that it wouldn't matter if I weight 100 pounds or 300 pounds, I still wouldn't be able to get a date because something must me wrong with me. And on top of that, there's something wrong with the guys around here. I have plently of gorgeous friends that are perfectly thin and have great personalities that never get asked out.

Hard to believe, but true.

My trainer seemed shocked by all this (as shocked as a 48-year old crooked-toothed, toupe wearing trainer can be). So, I began to think maybe I was blowing it all out of proportion.

Then today happened.

This afternoon there was big Fall Festival for all the singles in the area. It was supposed to be quite a crowd. Since I'm on the activities committee, I was asked to volunteer at the Donut-On-A-String booth. (By asked I mean they asked me to volunteer at "some" booth and I picked the booth which I thought would attact the most members of the opposite sex).

It began well. I talked to guys, I was loud but charming. I met some nice guys, some attractive guys, guys which I thought might show some promise.

But I was wrong.

These guys were nice, they spoke to me, and then nothing.

Nothing.

I got all dollied up for nothing. Not a number, date, nothing.

Unless you count the weird Hispanic guy...(he SO doesn't count)! But just to cover my bases, if you meet a young short Hispanic guy wearing a yellow fleece and he asks about me... I'm out of town for the next 6 weeks. *wink wink*

However, if any other guy asks about me... oh, at this point I'll take just about any Andy or Jason that shows an interest... send him my way.

*I reserved the right to retract this comment if any semi-decent guy comes along and attempts to prove otherwise. However, until then, this comment stands.

P.S. I saw Marie Antoinette tonight. Was a decent movie up until the end. What good is a movie about her if there's no decent sex scene? Or at least a little violence? Way too much was left up to the imagination. Hollywood took away our imaginations long ago, they can't just expect us to start using them again at this point! Oh, and the ending was disappointing. I actually had to come home and wikipedia Marie to answer all my questions.

On the positive side, its the first time I've been inspired to investigate history in over a year. I'll share what I discovered. Yeah, the French... not so nice to Marie Antoinette and her family. It truly sucked to be her, hardcore.

Monday, October 09, 2006

What's up, yo?

Yes, I've been sucking at the whole "blogging" thing. But try to cut me some slack. I've had a rough couple of weeks. First, big news.

I quit my job.

I didn't just outrightly quit it, I gave my two weeks notice. Don't go panicing. Here's how it all went down.

I've had my resume on one of those job search websites for awhile, and I get weekly announcements about jobs that I'm a possible match for. I had just gotten promoted at my job, but the raise was pitiful. Insulting even. So, when an opportunity arose, I took it.

Sure, it wasn't my ideal job, but I figured I could go to the interview, make sure I still had my interviewing skills (my record was 3-0 at this point). I went into the interview, totally relaxed, to be honest, I didn't care if I got the job or not. I figured if they offered me the job, I'd take the offer to my boss and he'd counter-offer and I'd stay with the company, just making more money.

Great plan, huh?

Well, in the end I thought I botched the interview, plus by the end of the interview, I was like, "I SO don't want that job!"... but wouldn't you know they contacted me 2 days later and offered me the job... with a 20% raise over my current salary. That kinda took my breath away. I thought it over for a few days. I got the offer on a Friday, the following Monday I took it into my boss, hoping for the best. Instead he just fed me some crap about how his hands were tied since I'd just gotten a raise (a crappy raise) and then he promised a bunch of future positions that don't currently exist.

I was torn. I like my job. Well, maybe "like" is too strong of a word. I'm content at my job. I like most of the people I work with. But a 20% raise is nothing to scoff at.

So after talking to my family and doing a great deal of thinking... I decided to take the job.

I almost cried when I turned in my resignation letter. My boss made me feel so guilty.

Since then, I've been going nonstop. I'm training a temporary fill-in. Plus, I'm trying to finish up my open projects before I leave. Between the training and all the work I'm doing, I haven't taken a lunch break since I put in my notice. Most people have been saying that this is a time I should be slacking. But not me. I think the last two weeks are the tell-all of someone's character. I mean, I want a good recommendation in the future, so I figure I should work my tail off until the end. And that's exactly what I'm doing. My last day is Wednesday.

Oh, besides that, I went to Pittsburgh last weekend to see the Blue Man Group. They were totally great by the way! Pittsburgh; however, was not so great. That city is horrid! I mean, I've been to DC and New York, I went to Philadelphia a few years ago, but Pittsburgh takes the cake! The whole city closes at 6pm! And after 6 the streets are filled with nothing but scary looking folk. I put my brave face on... the one where I walk around with confidence, looking like I know exactly where I'm going, but the whole time I actually have my finger on my mace. Well, despite the scary streets, at the concert, they were the worst audience I had ever seen. No one screaming. Not even a head bob. It was just sad. My friends I were the liveliest people there.

Well, its way past my bedtime. I've been doing this a lot lately. I don't go to sleep ontime and then it throws off my sleeping schedule. I woke up at 12:45pm today! I went to bed at 12:30am! And then I took a nap at 4:30 and another one at 7:00. I'm afraid there might be something wrong with me. I mean, I know I don't sleep a lot, but this is ridiculous.

So, I'm going to bed. Oh, and then tomorrow I'm going over to my friend's house to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving! Woohoo! Do they eat Turkey at Canada's Thanksgiving?

Oh, and PS- The Grey's Anatomy Soundtracks kick ass! I also bought season 1 and 2 on DVD... I still cry every time I watch Denny die. If I were a Grey's character, I'd be Izzie. If I were a Sex and the City character, I'd be Carrie.