16 Sep 2008 › 3:30pm
Ok so the only thing I know for sure is that I am deeply unsatisfied at the moment. I don’t know about you, but uncertainty just happens to be my own personal version of hell. Well, there is one area of exception to that Negative Nancy blanket statement. Things are actually going swimmingly around the office. Claire was very happy with the sourcing work that I did at Magic. Happy enough that she intimated she’ll be sending me to Europe later this year.
That’s major for me, as travel has always been way up there on my goal list. What’s that you say? You didn’t know I had a goal list? Oh. Well, now you do. What’s that you ask? Was shagging one of my superiors on that goal list? Very funny. No seriously, you are hilarious. But as you may have guessed, waves of regret do wash over me every few hours. If they weren’t quickly followed by memories of the amazing shag-skills of Mister Man, I’d probably be completely over it by now. But the man is talented. We are talking Michael Phelps of the Vegas shagathon world.
So my feelings are very mood-swingy and complicated. I think that’s why I had the jealous pangs about Bloke. Seeing his picture reminded me of how uncomplicated the beginning of our relationship was. It was so… appropriate. Mister Man and I, on the other hand, are the furthest thing from appropriate. We are like, give my parents an aneurism inappropriate. Take a crap on the employee manual and then light it on fire inappropriate. “Oh hi! Is this your father?” inappropriate. So for the moment I am pledging to keep my head down and my knickers on and just ride this mofo out.
