The deed is done. The clock is ticking. I have officially resigned from hateful-job hell! Hooray for new starts, a lovely fresh new year and the start of the journey back to joy.
My line manager, to give him credit, was lovely. He's not based here so I had to do it over the phone which was rubbish but necessary. I think the reason they assigned me to him after I spectacularly clashed with my original line manager was because he's a trained counsellor and me being the overly-emotional, exceedingly verbal person that I am was able to gel immediately with him. Therefore the guilt is overwhelming because I don't want to let him down but I could not feel more relieved now the decision is made. I actually feel a little bubble of happiness somewhere down in my tummy. No sudden movements as it might pop...instead I will carefully nurture my little bubble until it becomes a giant happy vessel filling my veins and making my brain float happily around in my skull.
I don't know what I'm talking about but I thought I'd go off on a random poetic tangent and not delete it afterwards no matter how crap it is, so there you are.
Also, today is date day with the graphic designer. I'm quite nervous because I've really got to like him which is always a mistake. However seeing as it took him about three weeks to actually ask me out, the email tennis was all I had. I am trying to remember the lessons learnt with the musician, i.e. not get overexcited, not get your hopes up etc and so far I'm sticking to it. I'm wearing a pretty laid back outfit of long fitted black jumper, patent cinch belt and jeans. After a lot of deliberation this morning, to the point where I missed the bus, I decided to wear heels. I can't remember how tall he is - in my mind's eye he's over 6ft but I'm now probably 5ft 11" with these on so hopefully he's not a midget. They're not just massive Elton John platforms by the way, I am actually 5ft 8" in my bare feet.
Client lunch in an hour which normally I would dread but lovely Roobs is coming with me. We're taking three of them to the Great Eastern Dining Rooms for Pan Asian fusion cuisine. Whatever that is. Hey - it's a free lunch!
Also, got an email from the metrosexual which was lovely. The music theme continued in that he's off to see not only The Wonderstuff this weekend but also The Levellers! I feel like I'm having the same conversations I had when I was sixteen. Very odd. Still, harsh as it sounds he's on the back burner for now. I've put too much effort into originally-reticent graphic designer so tonight is important. If he's as reticent in real life as he can be on email, or decides that me having actual hips like a proper woman is a problem then the metrosexual may become more interesting. To put it bluntly, I haven't had sex for two months and I am determined to get laid before Christmas! Ding dong merrily and all that.
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