afternoon release

My c-level boss’ out of office response says the following:  I am currently out of the office until January 3thd.

REALLLLLLYYY!?!?!

I’ll stop.  He’s generally a pretty smart guy.

Lunch didn’t happen as planned…meaning I didn’t have my French onion soup and I also didn’t get my emissions test or renew my tags.  Dagnabbit.  I just couldn’t say no when MB hit me with a lunch invite.  I always enjoy seeing her, so I dropped it all and made my way down to Norcross instead.  And btw – the lobster bisque I had was not delicious.  Grrr.

Aww hell.  Now that I look at the afternoon list I realize I accomplished NONE of it.  Oh well.  I’ll think about it tomorrow. 

I know there’s a little tiny annoyance out there as it relates to not disclosing anything real about what went down with Mike.  And if you’ve been reading this here blog longer than a week and a half you’re pretty familiar with the fact that I rarely leave off details even when I probably should.  Allow that alone to give you an idea of how fucked up it was, since I don’t plan to tell anyone.  Especially not in a public forum such as this.  Maybe I’ll adopt that privacy policy in the future a little more, but I doubt it.  It’s just not like me to do the partial-disclosure crap.

You know they say everyone has some purpose in our lives and I have come to believe that Mike came in as a distraction at a great time to sever the final veins I was using to hold Mr. D in my heart.  He was almost the exact opposite of Mr. D and I needed that so much at that moment.  The ultra-super-duper affectionate.  The text messages all day.  The attention.  The flattery.  The fun.  It reminded me of all the things Mr. D was NOT and in that process helped me cut those last little pieces of me that were holding on and feeling sad.  Last weekend I greatly feared that the turn of events with Mike could possibly make me want to turn back to Mr. D, but thankfully that desire is not there in the slightest.  I still maintain that Mr. D is a great guy – don’t get me wrong.

As far as the jealousy thing goes I don’t think that’s un-natural.  Hell, I still feel a tiny prick of jealousy when I see Ex-Husband with his Not Girlfriend (whom I really like).  Doesn’t mean I want him back, I just don’t totally love hearing about things that they’re doing for/with other people.  Not while I’m alone anyway. 

I hate yellow.  Have I said that before?  I fucking hate yellow.

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