Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
I have been accused of being a cold-hearted bitch at work. I can be. When someone gets fired, I tend to have very little sympathy. I am of the belief that in order to get fired, you really have to do some serious crap. Actually, you have to do some serious crap, get warned, then do it again, go on final, do it again, THEN get fired. So, I have little sympathy for most.
Then, why am I at a loss for words because the person I work for on the Regional level "has left the employ" of my company? Am I suddenly developing compassion? Is there a heart that beats in that dark cavern called my soul? What the hell is wrong with me?
To be honest, I don't feel like the wind was taken out of my sails; more like the wind died down. There is a bit of a relief that I no longer have to deal with her. But also, there is a bit of wary as to who I will have to deal with after her. I hate to see her go but I also hate to see her not be there. I wonder if it would have been different if she quit on her accord? Maybe she did and we are not being told so. It is highly unlikely. But what the hell did she do to get there?
I feel so many things right now. Some of which I cannot even put into words. It feels strange. I do feel for her. She may already have something lined up but I am not sure. But then again, you have to do some really messed up stuff to be "released". I hate these feelings. It was so much easier for me when I was just some cold-hearted bitch. Later.
This coming Tuesday, I head over to Flushing, Queens
, to partake in my traditional, First Tuesday of the Open
attendance. I'll have my trusty friend Janice along (as I always do) and we'll be running from court to court watching some fun tennis. Truthfully, I think I only ever want to do this with Janice since she is the only one that loves it as much as I do. Sometimes, I think that we do this because it bring us back to being giddy "kids" who always watched tennis on TV. All of a sudden, here we are watching it live. Partay!!!
But along with the start of the US Open comes the start of the end of summer. Labor day lurks around the corner. Already, businesses are talking about Back To School Specials. It's slightly disheartening. The weather seems to have even turned slightly. For some reason, I feel like I am turning a corner. I think I know why but I am hesitant to discuss it on here. Maybe, one day I will. It doesn't help that I feel that the summer is ending too soon.
It's been an interesting summer though. I gained a new BFF
. I had two quite long vacations. I even got a raise at work. More importantly, I am learning how to refocus my energy so that it does not get eaten up by what I do for a living. I have decided to take up some fun "courses". I plan on making them fun and not a reason to pursue another career. I want to spend more time with my friends whether it be drinks, walks in the park, going to exhibits, whatever. I want to be less about work and more about after-work. I need to spend time more often with a few of the people
that I met via this blog. I hope they want to.
More importantly, I want the feeling of summer to last until the next. Wish me luck. Later.
At the beginning of this summer, I got sick. I got better. But, before you could say... summer, I got sick again. Once I got better, I decided to stay away from dairy to avoid phlegm build-up. Yikes. With a few lapses here and there, I have stayed away from eating dairy. But here is the catch: I love chocolate; specifically milk chocolate. I love it as much as I despise dark chocolate. I think dark chocolate is for baking. But...
Tonight, I had a craving. I had finished the second half of my pint of gluten-free, dairy-free, Snickerdoodle-flavored frozen soy dessert. It was great. It was tasty. I needed chocolate. The only chocolate in the house was a bar of 74% dark chocolate that my friend sneakily tucked into my carry-on. Dilemma.
So, here I am typing away while tucking away half of the bar. So far. It's not bad. It kinda satisfies my craving. But it isn't milk chocolate. Curses. But I am going to stick to my dairy-free diet for now. I like how I feel without all that lactose coursing through my system. Maybe, just maybe, I may even grow to enjoy this 74% dark chocolate. Maybe. Maybe not. Later.
Well, hi there. How's it going? I just got back from my second vacation of the summer. It was great. Nice but a bit too packed with things to do. I spent it all on the West Coast. I am especially spoiled because my last vacation was full of doing nothing.
Like the last one, I started this vacation by attending a wedding. It was the wedding of my partner's high school best friend, Adam. Adam was marrying his partner of 20 years. It was understated and sophisticated. We thought there was a chance it would border on the tacky. But, when all was said and done, it was quite nice. It was our very first same-sex wedding. It was in San Francisco, California. And it was nice.
We then headed off to Portland, Oregon. With an overnight stop in Ashland, Oregon. Wouldn't really go to Ashland again. In hindsight, I wouldn't drive from Oakland, CA to Portland ever again. I am just not a driver. All I could think was "when the fuck is this driving going to be over?"
Portland is beautiful. A very peaceful city. We happened to have gorgeous weather while we were there. We explored the city and even spent some time in one of the outer areas. Some great restaurants with amazing food. Oregon wines are spectacular (but then again, I already knew that). Mike noted that there really was no "gay section" of town. And that the Chinatown area was... well, not really. Other than that, we like Portland. We are going to go back in the winter to see what it's like.
We drove back down to Oakland to stay with our dear friend Samara and her man, Rafael. She gave us a great tour of Oakland and took us for breakfast and farmer's market shopping in San Francisco. As always, great food, nice weather, etc. Suddenly, Oakland seems like a nice place to live. Interesting. Later.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother drinking because I don't really need any help dropping my inhibitions. Case in point: here I am at my BFF's karaoke birthday party this past Saturday:
Something just comes over me. Hand me a microphone and... BAM... let the show begin. And all I had was a glass of malbec rose. BTW, the song: Gimme More, by Britney Spears. 'Nuf said.