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judecorpAfter a stressful day at the new job, so stressful that I may return the phone call of a woman at Directions for Youth who called me about a job today, I went to kickboxing to find that I was the only person there. I learned how to block an attacker with a bat tonight, which was interesting, but my knee popped hardcore doing a jumping side kick (which I entirely suck at, but that's beside the point) and hasn't been quite right since. Maybe tomorrow. However, my turning side kicks are much better. Yay.
I have to choose whether I want to work in the evenings or the days. And I need to choose by tomorrow. There are benefits of both, really, but I like the idea of working at noon. I think I'm going to keep things as is and try to scam Fridays from 8-4 so that I can have off from Friday at 4 until Monday at 12. That would rock.
After kickboxing, I went to the home of Jeff, my former Stonewall boss, for froo froo frozen blueberry concoctions, of which I drank slightly too much. We caught up on quite a bit, especially since we were supposed to get together a year ago when he moved into his house, but better late than never, right? I thought so.
My Jennifer called me while I was at Jeff's (just after American Idol, which I had never seen. Interesting.) and so of course I had to go. I did the same thing when she called on Sunday, because I was watching State and Main with Steve. I hate telling her I'm too busy because while she's still at camp, I can't call her back. She's going to call me tomorrow and I'll be damned if I have to miss that call.
I just really miss her. I know that I shouldn't because we both decided this was all the best for everyone involved, and I thoroughly and totally believe it, too. It was very easy and right to tell Jeff that I wasn't seeing anyone and that I was happy with that. But my gods, I miss her. I miss being able to talk to her when I want to, and I hate that it's been 3 months since I've seen her in front of me.
I don't like the idea that she will live somewhere that I will have to fly to in order to see her, because I don't get vacation days for 6 months (ugh - what am I going to do about Christmas with the family?). I don't like the idea that it will mean that I will see her very little. I want her to be available to me by phone, and by car. *sigh* I shouldn't even be typing this - the whole tipsy whining is terribly selfish and I ought to shut up. So I will.
I remembered to pay my rent on the way home from Jeff's. Score one for me. I can't wait to get paid, finally. I bow to the gods of the paycheck! And I think I'm fighting some sort of cold or allergies. I hate that scratchy throat feeling. :(
I have to choose whether I want to work in the evenings or the days. And I need to choose by tomorrow. There are benefits of both, really, but I like the idea of working at noon. I think I'm going to keep things as is and try to scam Fridays from 8-4 so that I can have off from Friday at 4 until Monday at 12. That would rock.
After kickboxing, I went to the home of Jeff, my former Stonewall boss, for froo froo frozen blueberry concoctions, of which I drank slightly too much. We caught up on quite a bit, especially since we were supposed to get together a year ago when he moved into his house, but better late than never, right? I thought so.
My Jennifer called me while I was at Jeff's (just after American Idol, which I had never seen. Interesting.) and so of course I had to go. I did the same thing when she called on Sunday, because I was watching State and Main with Steve. I hate telling her I'm too busy because while she's still at camp, I can't call her back. She's going to call me tomorrow and I'll be damned if I have to miss that call.
I just really miss her. I know that I shouldn't because we both decided this was all the best for everyone involved, and I thoroughly and totally believe it, too. It was very easy and right to tell Jeff that I wasn't seeing anyone and that I was happy with that. But my gods, I miss her. I miss being able to talk to her when I want to, and I hate that it's been 3 months since I've seen her in front of me.
I don't like the idea that she will live somewhere that I will have to fly to in order to see her, because I don't get vacation days for 6 months (ugh - what am I going to do about Christmas with the family?). I don't like the idea that it will mean that I will see her very little. I want her to be available to me by phone, and by car. *sigh* I shouldn't even be typing this - the whole tipsy whining is terribly selfish and I ought to shut up. So I will.
I remembered to pay my rent on the way home from Jeff's. Score one for me. I can't wait to get paid, finally. I bow to the gods of the paycheck! And I think I'm fighting some sort of cold or allergies. I hate that scratchy throat feeling. :(
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Date: 2002-08-29 06:04 am (UTC)1) Did you like American Idol? I'm addicted.
2) Can fatasses join kickboxing? I am so not in shape, but I need SOMETHING special to get into because of personal shit or whatever.
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Date: 2002-08-29 06:39 am (UTC)2. I suppose it all depends on your personal mobility. I am certain there is some sort of martial arts and/or aerobic exercise program that can work for you. :)
Christermiss
Date: 2002-08-29 07:09 am (UTC)Inquire.
Re: Christermiss
Date: 2002-08-29 08:01 am (UTC)Still, that would mean I'd have to use a precious personal day. Sucktastic.
No vacation for 6 months? What's up with that?
Re: Christermiss
Date: 2002-08-29 08:31 pm (UTC)If nothing else works, you'd be welcome here, y'know. :-)
As to the tipsy ramblings: *hug*
Re: Christermiss
Date: 2002-08-30 02:03 pm (UTC)Smooches.