BEING A PAIN IN THE ASS I've known that I'm a pain in the ass to date. I don't want to take the time to go on dates. I'm always putting someone else before me. I don't show enthusiasm. I thought someone who knew my situation would understand. A few did. That didn't make it any easier. Now I understand why. Dating someone that is less available than you puts a damper on things. I'm not sure how I'm going to fix that in the future, but I have a feeling that it might help my dating prospects. Any suggestions?
I exited the elevator to the normal peacefulness found in our downtown building only to be met at the door by my girlfriend in quiet tears. As we opened the outside doors holding hands, glad to have found each other safe, the sound of the 10 helicopters hovering above reverberated through our bodies. There were no sirens. No voices. Only a slight mist falling from the gray sky. And we watched. There was only one body being loaded into the helicopter. It was an obese man stripped down to his underwear with his leg and neck splinted, bloody bandages covering various parts. We watched the woman, probably a wife, maybe a friend, being led away from the helicopter to be escorted to the hospital separately. We wondered where the rest of the bodies were. The helicopters had to land a block and a half away from the carnage. What did it look like there? How many were wounded? Eight were dead. How could this happen? Yet it happened so simply. A man had a heartattack while driving. His foot hit the gas pedal as I drove through a farmer's market. The farmer's market I usually go to. The corner I pass on my way to the beach. The daily walk I missed because I was working through lunch today. Outside the restaurant I wasn't at because I didn't pick up the invite for lunch in time.
They announced the fact that they hired a temp to do my job next week. Apparently they realized that there isn't enough of me to go around. Which is good.
I need to go shopping. I ran out of toilet paper. I need a lava rock to scrub my feet. And good nail polish for my toe nails. I'm doing my pedicures in part since I don't have time to do it all in one day. I need a haircut. And my eyebrows waxed. I need to do laundry, after I buy laundry detergent. I need to run. And do some abs.
But the computer crashed and lost half a days work yesterday, as I was trying to clean up a project that was missing all of the work that should have been done 2 weeks earlier.
Do you think one temp will do?
VEGAS BABY! Sick and wrong as it may be, Vegas is not my favorite place. I go to spend time with friends, but I would never suggest a trip to Vegas.
I guess that's not true. I did exactly that not too long ago.
But it was for a concert. So that doesn't count right?
Any how. I don't usually enjoy an entire trip to Vegas. I enjoy the dance clubs. That's it. The people are all too old. The places are too noisy. There are way too many people, and I'm never the center of attention.
But I've never been to the Hard Rock Hotel before either. The average age drops by 30 years. Everyone is pimped out. The pool scene is exactly what a vacation pool scene should be. This is more my style.
I talked to new people. I played a few games. I laughed and I drank.
And I would go back. I would recommend it.
I have seen the light.
