Confessions of a Moo

Aimless Ramblings of a Distracted Mind..

Monday, January 22, 2007

RFotD:
The first product to have a bar code was Wrigleys gum.

Weight:
still 99.4 lbs

Consumption:
claret infused cheddar
cream crackers
glosette raisins
soya nuggets with rice
watermelon jello

Aimless Ramblings:
Baggage told me today that he spent much of the weekend worrying that he was destroying my life. Sweet? Kind of.. But I also think he gives himself too much credit. I've got a lot going on in my life right now.. a lot of things that make me kind of an emotional wreck.. I am going through my "quarter life crisis" and dealing with all the ups and downs that this involves..

He said that he felt that he was causing me a lot of problems for someone I wasnt even dating. Perhaps. But I dont think it's him. A lot of it is me. My concern is that I'm starting to care about him. It was supposed to be a friends-with-benefits type situation. I cant afford to want more with him. But he says and does thing sometimes that make me worry that I'm going to want more with him. Cherry said that maybe he should just get over himself and date me. Maybe he should. Maybe I should just talk to him. But I know that he doesnt want that. And even if he does, he wont do it. So maybe I should just get over it and get on with my life.

Mood Tracker:
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Saturday, January 20, 2007

RFotD:
Today is the longest day of your life. The gravitational effect of the moon on the Earth creates tidal "bulges", which slows the Earth's rotation at a rate of around 0.02 seconds per century - and each day is fractionally longer than the day before.

Weight:
99.4 lbs

Consumption:
slice of corn quiche
boiled potatoes
sauteed green beans

Aimless Ramblings:
I know I've said this time and time again, but honestly: this time it's over. I'm sick of being jerked around by the Ex, and it's not going to happen any more.

Everyone told me that I was being naive to believe that we actually had a good relationship; everyone said that I was deluding myself into thinking that we were going to be able to sustain a close friendship; everyone was right.

He lied to me and betrayed my trust.

I dont think he could have done anything to hurt me more.

Whatever. Fuck him. I certainly never will again.

Mood Tracker:
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Saturday, January 13, 2007

RFotD:
Each of the suits on a deck of cards represents the four major pillars of the economy in the middle ages: heart represented the Church, spades represented the military, clubs represented agriculture, and diamonds represented the merchant class.

Weight:
99.4 lbs

Consumption:
nothing yet..

Aimless Ramblings:
Sexual Harassment:
I got totally sexually harassed at work yesterday.. I wasnt initially going to blog about it, but I've gotten over being upset and feeling violated and dirty; now I'm just angry and disgusted, and needing to vent.

My boss was on the road yesterday, but he was going to be in the neighbourhood of the office, and asked if I would mind bringing down some reports for him, if he stopped his car in front of our building. This isnt really my job, but I really like my boss a lot, and I dont mind doing him little favours like that: it doesnt really cost me anything, and he really appreciates it. So, yesterday, I ran down with a stack of reports, and he rolled down the passenger window of his car so I could hand them to him. I leaned into the window and passed the reports over, and had a quick chat with him before heading back into the office. When I stood up and turned around, I saw two of my coworkers, two guys that I'm not even very close to, standing a few metres behind me.. one with his cellphone out, and poised as if to take a picture... of me. Oh, I should probably mention that I was wearing a midthigh length dress with a blazer yesterday and looked quite cute. Anyway, while this was kind of disconcerting, I was going to just ignore him. But then he said "Smallfat*, do you mind turning around again and leaning into the car window for a minute?" !!!!! He was taking pictures of my ass.. possibly even up my skirt!! I'm sorry, but that's just NOT on. I mean, yes.. our department tends to bend the rules of decorum a little: you can get away with a lot in our department, in terms of profanity, and sexual innuendos, and joking around that you wouldnt be able to do in, say, accounting... and I'm totally fine with that. I actually enjoy it.. I love that we're all so relaxed and friendly. But in what warped universe would what this guy was doing be considered REMOTELY appropriate behaviour in a work environment? If it had been someone with whom I had a personal as well as a professional relationship, I probably would have laughed it off.. but I barely know this guy; we're barely even acquaintances and I didnt even like him. I'm considering filing a complaint with HR... I might do it anonymously; or I might tag it on as support to a complaint that another girl is considering making against this guy.

The Job:
I came back from two weeks of vacation, expecting to feel refreshed and rejuvenated, and ready to jump back into the saddle and love my job again. I dont. The more and more I think about it, the more I feel.. wasted. There is so much more to me than what I am doing. My job is fairly stressful, but not at all stimulating. I dont feel like I'm really getting anything out of it anymore.. except for a paycheque.. and even that isnt really all that fantastic. I'm so much smarter than this. I am intelligent, and personable, and cultured, and ambitious.. and I look around me at some of my colleagues, and while they are all very nice people, it's really hard at times to not feel a bit exasperated. I was talking to one of the girls yesterday.. and she was saying that she doesnt think she will apply for promotions or anything. She's satisfied with where she is and what she's doing. I smiled and made the appropriate comments, but I couldnt help thinking to myself "That's it? This is all you want?" It's not even really about the money that I want more of... It's the intellectual and creative challenge that I'm just not getting at all.. I really need to start looking for other opportunities.

The Fam
I love my family. I really do. But the more I think about it, the more I am convinced that I REALLY need to move out of our house. For all of our sanity, and also because I will NEVER feel that I'm ready, and I need to take the plunge eventually... lots to think about; lots of decisions to be made.. it's going to be an emotionally charged year!

Love Life
Things with Baggage continue to confuse me.. in December, we had a nice long chat (slash cuddle, slash make-out-session) and established that we both really like each other, and continue to be wildly attracted to one another, but neither of us is quite ready to commit to a relationship. Partly because we are still coworkers; partly because we're both scared of committment; partly because neither of us feels entirely stable enough to make a decision like that. So, we decided to just enjoy each others' company and let it run its course. A week later, I dropped in on him for a quickie, on my way to a dinner date with the girls. Yes, I made a bootie call. It made me feel better, in terms of taking some power back, but then I was a bit embarassed about possibly having messed up any chances for a good friendship.

When I got back from vacation, he told me repeatedly (at work; online; when we hung out socially) that he'd really missed me while I was gone.. and when we were out with a mutual friend/coworker, after she left, he kissed me. The first time, I let him kiss me but then I pulled away and carried on as though nothing had happened. The second time was right before we were leaving. I said goodbye, and that I would see him the next day, and turned to leave but he pulled me back and kissed me again, and this time I kissed him back.

Not entirely sure what this means.. I'm trying really hard to not read into anything and to not have any expectations, because that's the surest way of setting myself up to get hurt.

Mood Tracker:
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Sunday, January 07, 2007

RFotD:
When a human egg and sperm meet, there is about a 55% chance of the resulting embryo being male (126 males per 100 females) However, male embryos are much more likely to die as a result of miscarriage, so the eventual birth rate is closer to 105 boys for every 100 girls.

Weight:
102 lbs

Consumption:
2 rice flour crepes with onions and chillies and coriander
a bowlful of cabbage and grape salad
a bowlful of spiced cabbage

Aimless Ramblings:
Happy New Year, everyone!

Mood Tracker:
48