Caterwauling

I have been killing myself at work. Literally, scrambling. Now? I am cooked. Fried. Poached.

Spent most of the day in la-la land. Not that I don’t have eleventy frllion things to do before Monday. But, you know. Maybe if I weren’t quite so exhausted from every day leading up to this one, I could have used today productively.

Oh well. Just happy to be employed. And happier still that I could afford a day of mental rest. I’ll pay for it next week when one of my guys is out (and one of my gals was out last week — notice the “why I’m fried” pattern here). But I fly outta this bitch the week of the 17th and I am working toward that!

I just got to thinking that it’s time to pull out the notebook (yes, paper and pen! Horrors!) a little more frequently than blog-dumping. It’s time to stir up some trouble and I don’t want a paper trail! 😀 Not until I can get my story straight, anyway!

God it feels good to be alive again. …

Was just trying to write some ridiculous Happy Thanksgiving-type of message for my customers while half-listening to the daily marketing call. My mind wandered, as it tends to do. (Imagine how much I could achieve if I weren’t in a daydream most of every day.)

A memory from a recent outing came to mind. My friend had wandered off and a male acquaintance came out of nowhere and walked up to say hi.

We talked for a few minutes and wondered aloud why we had never hung out or actually become friends. I’d never thought about it. (I’m finding that’s a pattern these days.)

Anyway, we did the whole promise to hang out at some point. Which, he was tipsy and I was sober, so I imagine he forgot within five seconds and, well, I imagine I can tap him on LinkedIn if the mood strikes.

Which, normally it wouldn’t. But …

He hugged me goodbye after our very brief talk. And kissed me on the lips. Which, no big deal — that’s how I greet and say goodbye to most of my male friends. 🙂 But, wow. It was … probably not supposed to be as good as it was.

I had forgotten about that until now. And will forget about it again, I’m sure. But after spending a year dicking around with someone who would rather imprison himself than admit maybe I get under his skin a little, it was a nice reminder that not only am I still alive inside, but people actually are well-aware of me being alive on the outside as well.

And yes, he’s single. …