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2005-01-21 - 9:29 a.m.

Notes from the Sickbed

I hate being sick. I mean, there’s always been something nice about forced rest, and the ice cream cravings that get automatically excused, and the little nest I make for myself in bed or on the sofa, complete with water bottle and orange juice and big mugs of tea. But at the bottom of it, it sucks. And I am sick. I might even have the flu, which I have never had in my life. Although, I’m not as achy as I was yesterday, but my throat is killing me and I have a horrible, thick cough. Blech. I had to leave work early yesterday because I just could not stand up. Which severely inhibited my flirting with the new guy. At least I wasn’t scheduled for today or tomorrow, so I can sit in bed and recover guilt-free. I can also read a lot and watch Gone With the Wind and sleep and check my email. Oh, and Dr. Drew was on Larry Elder, so that makes me happy. Sigh.

I’ve had some good news in the last couple of days. I got a call from a guy I met with briefly a few weeks ago. I was interviewing for a position for one of his direct reports, and he, as the boss, asked to meet with me. We talked for about 20 minutes. I didn’t like this guy very much, and I didn’t think he liked me. In fact, when I didn’t get the job, I had a feeling the boss had something to do with it. Imagine my surprise when I got a message from the boss a few days ago, asking if he could pass my name to some of his colleagues, because I really impressed him. Wow. That was flattering. And last night, I got an email from a woman who got my resume from someone in her company, and she has a position open in her department. The position is right up my alley. Also flattering.

I need to get out of this bookstore shit ASAP. It’s not that I don’t like it, really, because I kind of do. I’m good at it. But if one more person peers at the badge on my stomach and the books in my hand and says, “Do you work here?” I will SCREAM.

What else has been going on… Well, I had a great time in Florida. Sat on my ass, spent time with the family, got a bit of a tan. I had a few lovely nights when my parents had to go out, and I made myself dinner and spent hours reading on the lanai. That was heavenly. I also got a phone call from a friend of my friend Elizabeth; this guy was potentially moving to Baltimore, and he wanted some information, and she gave him my number (she asked first, of course). Well, he seemed like an OK guy, and he asked me out for a drink, then he called again and asked me for dinner, then he called AGAIN and we talked for two hours… So I had a date last week. It gave me something to look forward to, but there was more riding on it. He’s 32. He’s Jewish. He’s relatively successful. I knew that if this date worked out, it could have been the most important date of my life.

Well, it wasn’t. I walked up to the restaurant to meet him, and I knew it wasn’t happening. Totally not my type. But I thought I’d have a drink or two, see what happened. Well, he kept trying to impress me. And he’s very politically conservative, and it just kept popping up into everything, even when he knew I didn’t agree with him. He asked me nothing about myself, and he kind of got defensive when I asked him something about his former job. I left at 12:30, just got on the subway and went home. At least the drinks and the food were good. Oh, and even though he kept bragging about all the money he made, and he knew I work at a bookstore, we split the check. Niiiiiiiice.

So, that ain’t happening. On to the next one. At least there’s that new guy at work to flirt with.

OK. I’m going to go back to being sick now. I’m sure there will be more later, especially if I’m still sick and it snows tomorrow.

 

 

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