About a week ago, I dreamt my manfriend knocked out my ex BF, Z for coming to my door. He hit him once, and his head came open and he bled to death in seconds. Pow! Then my manfriend went to jail. Boo hoo.

That ex called me again yesterday. I hope my manfriend doesn't go to jail. He calls. Leaves me a voicemail saying its him and to answer the phone, and then calls me 3 more times. I never answer him. I don't understand why he still calls me.

Last night, I dreamt I got fired. I came to work and they were cleaning out my desk. I asked why and they wouldnt tell me. I left, and was really upset, of course, and had to move in with my Mom. I got to work today and told my coworker about my dream and she said "Oh my god, I dreamt the same thing!!". Meaning, she also dreamt I got fired.

Apparently, she says it was good because I ended up making more money. So then I looked up online why I dreamt that, and it said "you want to end a relationship in waking life".

I said to my coworker "maybe I got fired for looking up my dreams online"......

I am exhausted from my weekend. I was up until......wait for it, 8:30 am on saturday/sunday. How insane is that? We went to bed around 5 though. So, you figure what happened in between there. All I will say is at 8:30, when I got out of bed, there was a perfect sweat impression of me in the sheets.

And that my friends, is something to be jealous of!

Labels: Dreams, Manfriend

Remember how weeks ago all I did was interview people? And I complained about how bad it sucked? Cus, well, it did? Apparetnly, hiring is my forte.

I mean, the people I hired are awesome. The one girl is doing her newsletters perfect, and the "new girl" who's been here almost 2 years still makes a million errors. The other girl, I show her stuff once, and she is doing it on her own. The only downside is the one is real churchly. She isn't the kind to beat you in the head with it, but I felt really shitty when today someone scared me and I yelled "JESUS!"....

Anyway, my boss said all this good its thanks to good hiring.

I hope my awesomeness is remembered on my review.

Plus, I have been redoing all the processes in the department to make them more efficient. And what use to take us 4 weeks to do, has just taken us two.

Even better, I don't have a VP anymore. I'm simply a boss, doing boss-ly things. No more checking the mail. Answering the line. Running the awards. It's so weird, and hard to get use to.

Who's the man?

That'd be me!

Labels: Work

And by things I mean thing said to me and or/me and the manfriend:

"when are you two getting married"

I simply answered that we aren't even living together. I tried to pretend like the manfriend didn't hear any of it too, but I can't be certain.

I was also hanging out with manfriends friends. This isn't even my own friends harassing me.

I try to let things just happen. And not think about them. I don't like when other people try to put their crap on you like........you've been dating almost 2 years and you dont live together? Have you thought about it?

It starts to make me feel panicked. It sounds nice, but it scares me as much as it probably scares him. I've been on my own for a loooooooooooooooooong loooooooooooooooooooooong (read 5 years) time. Plus two years prior to now on my own. I had some douch come in and out over that time, but I've been paying the bills on my own and/or supporting someone else.

It's ok for a girl to be scared too. I wish people would get them some bizness, and not try to make me feel bad because I'm living my life the way I want to.

Labels: Friends, In the moment, It's Good To Have Dreams, Manfriend

Found:

One American Music Awards Michael Jackson Doll. His head was missing, but after digging through my "bag o barbies" I successfully reattached his noggin. He has a rip in his jacket shoulder, and his shoulder "straps" are coming apart. Has no pants. But I found both shoes. No socks. Missing his microphone, and signature silver glove.

The moral of this story is. I'm not getting rich off my Michael Jackson doll.

It would have been nice to get rich quick... seeing how I owe my city taxes from 2006 and they are trying to haul me off to court. Only by court, I mean they told me my case is in court, and I can't do anything about it but wait for a letter where they will try to garnish my wages, and make payments to avoid that.

The moral of that story is pay your taxes. Even small towns don't put up with that shit. Assholes.

The second moral of that story is don't work two jobs. Because not only does it suck your will to live for years and years, and you learn to live with no time to do anything, you end up owing more on your taxes, because apparently, you work two jobs because you are rich, not because you needed the money.

Labels: Working two Jobs