Dyed my hair black. It sucks. It's very SHOE POLISH BLACK. Ugh. Will probably go over the weekend to pay someone an exorbitant amount of cash to strip it out and go back to red. Note to self: impulsive hair changes always have been and always will be a bad idea.
Was kind of a crappy weekend. Lots of mulling about and sulking - on the inside anyway - I'm tired of my friends and tired of my F.B. My job is fine, I guess, not like that gig is going to change anytime soon given the 4-year contract. I'm just really sick of my friends and their predictable conversations and predictable places they want to go out and the same old shit. It's too bad, I love where I live and I love my little 50s condo, I just want to scrap my friends and start from scratch. It's hard to explain, it's like watching the storm clouds rolling in as they barely begin to peek over the horizon, and you get that vague feeling like change is imminent even though everything looks like the status quo. Does that make sense? Clearly the hair color change didn't do the trick, so something else is going to have to give.
I got to work with the hot boss today (as opposed to the crabby, closeted gay boss, like I will tomorrow) and revel in his accent. He's such a sexy little muffin. And he's like 50 or something. It's the first way older guy I've ever had the hots for, even though I think his daughter is my age.
I know it's insipid and stupid but daydreaming about winning the lottery is so delicious. I would pack my shit up and leave on the spot, stopping by the hot boss's office on the way out to invite him out for cocktails. Then I would open a fabulous little boutique full of local designer clothes and jewelry and some random vintage stuff thrown in. Smaller furniture, knick knacks, whatever. I could be my own boss, do what the fuck I wanted when I wanted, get all the tattoos I ever dreamed of, and hang out. I wouldn't buy a big house or even a new car. Just start a business and chill.
What would you do?
Was kind of a crappy weekend. Lots of mulling about and sulking - on the inside anyway - I'm tired of my friends and tired of my F.B. My job is fine, I guess, not like that gig is going to change anytime soon given the 4-year contract. I'm just really sick of my friends and their predictable conversations and predictable places they want to go out and the same old shit. It's too bad, I love where I live and I love my little 50s condo, I just want to scrap my friends and start from scratch. It's hard to explain, it's like watching the storm clouds rolling in as they barely begin to peek over the horizon, and you get that vague feeling like change is imminent even though everything looks like the status quo. Does that make sense? Clearly the hair color change didn't do the trick, so something else is going to have to give.
I got to work with the hot boss today (as opposed to the crabby, closeted gay boss, like I will tomorrow) and revel in his accent. He's such a sexy little muffin. And he's like 50 or something. It's the first way older guy I've ever had the hots for, even though I think his daughter is my age.
I know it's insipid and stupid but daydreaming about winning the lottery is so delicious. I would pack my shit up and leave on the spot, stopping by the hot boss's office on the way out to invite him out for cocktails. Then I would open a fabulous little boutique full of local designer clothes and jewelry and some random vintage stuff thrown in. Smaller furniture, knick knacks, whatever. I could be my own boss, do what the fuck I wanted when I wanted, get all the tattoos I ever dreamed of, and hang out. I wouldn't buy a big house or even a new car. Just start a business and chill.
What would you do?
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magilla:
I know how you feel. My friends are cool, but it's work that's getting me down. The amount of ass licking you have to do with ancillary personel is literally nauseating. I didn't work as hard as I have to be where I am today to have to suck up to every asshole with a two year certificate. And it's not just having to be civil. It's like as if you have to THANK people for the privilege of giving them reason to be employed. And if they fuck up, it's as if you have to standing there like their fucking daddy saying, "It's ok, You're still wonderful. I'll make everything ok with this." It's a pain in my fucking ass that never goes away.
mike_hawk:
yeah thats her name... shes a good friend of mine