So far I have been wrong about assuming that working front desk for a coporation would be hell. Not only do I find that I enjoy being here, but tonight alone as shown me that Friday nights are THE nights to work for the best perks and creepy, yet entertaining, phone calls.
First, a doe-eyed 20something delivery boy chatted with me for a few minutes before bringing the order to a guest and I considered it nothing but idle chit chat until he returned a short time later with a fresh large pizza for moi. He was flustered and blushing which made me laugh and make a mental note to wear a skirt and my form fitting blue shirt more often in hopes of getting some chicken kickers or cheesy breadsticks next time. Of course little does he know that as soon as I get home tonight my boyfriend will gleefully enjoy his flirtatious gesture.
And second, a phone call which I at first thought was simply a wheezy older gentleman turned into a breathy, creepy old man. He started off the conversation about how he does freelance photography and got my name and work number from someone I know (cue my immediate suspicion towards Travis who is probably none too happy that I want nothing to do with him) and then segwayed it into asking me about my height and if I considered modeling. I was giving him half-assed answers out of sheer boredom until he told me that he works for Hustler and inquired about my bra size. Avoiding the question and making sure he felt like the biggest douche bag possible, I went into brief, albiet guilt-ridden, story of my cancer legacy and hung up the phone.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Apparently I have commitment issues.
I'm sure Ashley has been cursing me for not updating this thing and while I wish I could say I've been too busy, unfortunately I have not. A few things have happened since I went AWOL - like how in September/October Christian and I are going to move to Myrtle Beach and that I am now a slave to the Man by selling out and working front desk for a well known corporation. The hours are garbage, the pay is shitty, but it's less than a 2 minute drive from my apartment so I'm not allowed to complain. Thank God those 45 minute commutes to work at the travel agency are over with. Plus, unlike the other place, now I actually get paid for my time here - AMAZING.
I realized the other day that I need to change a few things about myself which will make me a better person:
1. I need to be more affectionate. Christian has been practically throwing himself on top of me all the time and while at first I responded and thought it was cute, now I see it as annoying and I need to alter my thinking before I donkey punch him. I think that by me making the first move/advancement that not only will it lead to more sex, but will also keep him at bay from hurling himself at me as soon as I walk into a room.
2. I need to prioritize my friends so that I actually have a social life. Oh wait, I mean 'friend' because in actuality the only friend I have is Ashley. And to be honest, she's really all I need or want. She would be a perfect boyfriend if she had a penis. Anyways, things have gotten all jumbled up the past two weeks when she was supposed to come up and it was frustrating. Now on the other hand, there are a few people who have contacted me via text asking to hang out and I just have no motivation to even talk to them. These are people who I went to high school with and hung out with on and off for the last 5 years, but I have zero motivation whatsoever to even check if these people are still alive. Does that make me a terrible person? Even if it does I don't really give a shit, to be honest.
Other than those two improvements I am also going to attempt to work on my memoir, although I have a feeling I'll be saying that a lot in this blog. I can't tell whether it's a lack of motivation or a lack of inspiration. Whichever the case, I need to get moving on it because otherwise it's going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
I realized the other day that I need to change a few things about myself which will make me a better person:
1. I need to be more affectionate. Christian has been practically throwing himself on top of me all the time and while at first I responded and thought it was cute, now I see it as annoying and I need to alter my thinking before I donkey punch him. I think that by me making the first move/advancement that not only will it lead to more sex, but will also keep him at bay from hurling himself at me as soon as I walk into a room.
2. I need to prioritize my friends so that I actually have a social life. Oh wait, I mean 'friend' because in actuality the only friend I have is Ashley. And to be honest, she's really all I need or want. She would be a perfect boyfriend if she had a penis. Anyways, things have gotten all jumbled up the past two weeks when she was supposed to come up and it was frustrating. Now on the other hand, there are a few people who have contacted me via text asking to hang out and I just have no motivation to even talk to them. These are people who I went to high school with and hung out with on and off for the last 5 years, but I have zero motivation whatsoever to even check if these people are still alive. Does that make me a terrible person? Even if it does I don't really give a shit, to be honest.
Other than those two improvements I am also going to attempt to work on my memoir, although I have a feeling I'll be saying that a lot in this blog. I can't tell whether it's a lack of motivation or a lack of inspiration. Whichever the case, I need to get moving on it because otherwise it's going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
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