Back on track…

I hate that I’ve gotten so far behind here. I suppose it could be examined two ways. Either I’ve got nothing going on so there’s nothing to be written about, or I’ve got so much going on that I don’t have time to write about it. To be honest, it’s somewhere down the middle.

I believe I’ve already mentioned that my job has changed. I have a lot more to do each day, and I suppose I was a little spoiled. So, whereas I used to have several hours a day to pretty much do as I please…now and until I get caught up…I’ll not have any free time at all. It’s so unfair! I liked my easy job. I should at least get a raise!

In other interesting news at work…I’ve become the subject of office gossip! I’m pretty much an open book, they all knew when I left my ex, and when I moved in with my last roommate. They all heard about the fight, and about me moving out, and they’ve heard just about everything else in between. I thought I left nothing to the imagination, but apparently I was wrong. The office gossip now is that I’m having an affair with one of the guys in the warehouse.

It wouldn’t be so bad if this gossip was isolated to my location only, but this gossip has traveled all the way to our corporate office. What makes it even worse is that while I’m NOT having an affair with this person, it’s not because he hasn’t offered it. Even worse is that I totally would…but I can’t. He’s not married, but I don’t feel totally single. So a little innocent flirting at work has everyone thinking that we’re having a hot and heavy affair. Sweet.

Living with Allison has been so damn cool. I’ve got people to go and do things with now. This past Thursday we went to ladies night at a bar in downtown OKC. (Rok Bar, for those familiar with Bricktown.) It wasn’t my scene at all, even the music was pretty crappy, but my favorite DJ’s were there, so I wanted to make an appearance for a bit. We had one martini and decided to go somewhere else.

We ended up headed towards the northeast side of town, to a club that I had never heard of. Guys get patted down at the door. You have to be 25 to enter. There were hardly any white people at all. The music was awesome. We were going to meet Allisons friend that was in town from Texas. Picture a big black cowboy in wranglers, boots, and a cowboy hat…stepping into the middle of a little ghetto club on the not-so-great side of town.

So, I didn’t even get to finish my drink before Allison’s friend was having words with some punk in the bathroom…and that escalated rather quickly. We decided to leave before it got too out of hand, and I can’t describe how glad I was that we left, after I realized that the cowboy had a gun sitting on the seat of his truck. It could have been so much worse than it was. Instead of someone going to jail, we ended up at the Waffle House complaining about the crappy security at the club and the way it “used to be.”

On Friday night, Allison and I went and hung out with some guys that I work with. It’s the first time I’ve been around any of them outside of work…and to say it was interesting would be an understatement. They’ve been inviting me to come chill with them for over a year, and I’ve been flatly refusing for over a year. All it took was one of them asking Allison, and my year of refusals went down the toilet. To be honest, I wouldn’t have gone without her…but now I can’t wait to go again.

What is it about playing with fire….?

 I’m definately getting my apartment, on January first. I’m getting so excited about it, I can’t wait to have my own space. I’ve said for so long “I hate starting over!” but in this case, I really can’t wait.

I found a new place to hang out online, and I’ve met some really amazingly talented artists. It’s called iScribble and there are honestly some of the most brilliant artists there. People from all over the world, all ages, and all levels of skill. I think when I move into my new apartment I’ll have iScribble artwork on all my walls.

There are other things I need to write about…such as my appointment with the gynecologist for my second opinion. I also need to write about my dad ending up in the hospital and not calling me. I’m sure I could also write a bit about Joshua and how we never talk anymore. However, it’s creeping towards 1 a.m. now and I’m getting rather sleepy.

I’ve got so much catching up to do, I haven’t been able to read any of you in days now. I hope everyone is doing alright. I’ll be back on track soon, don’t give up on me!