I saw Peter Bjorn and John last night at The Vic. I had previously seen them when a coworker and I snuck out of work for a mid-day Apple store appearance. The show at The Vic was the last show of the tour so they were a lot scruffier and possibly drunker than they were at the Apple store.

They played all the songs I knew and a few I didn’t, so maybe they’re working on a new album? They sang Young Folks with the female keyboardist from the opening band. Much better than the bassist/guitarist singing both parts like they did at the Apple store.

I spent the first half of the concert on the floor next to some drunk girls with a flask and the 2nd half sitting way up in the balcony because that’s what the old folks do.

I had orientation today, 3 weeks after I started and learned nothing except the medical insurance choices suck and I don’t get to take my birthday off as a paid holiday because I haven’t been there for 90 days. Not that I was planning on it until I saw that birthdays are included in the paid holidays list. The medical insurance thing bothers me, they only have HMOs and neither of them include the hospital I go to.

The excessively long meetings are making me more tolerant of things like a detailed explanation of how to fill out insurance forms. Maybe it’s because I’m new but I still like listening to the big bosses talk. When the CEO came in and started talking evidence based practices, I was all about it.

When I got back to my office, I saw an invoice for SPSS, statistical software that I really don’t know how to use but said I did in my interview. Looks like I better start whoring myself to math geeks on Craigslist.

I’ve been trying to make the internet find me dates, it’s doing an OK job so far. I keep making up all these rules for the dates/potential dates to follow, some I’m not sure I can follow myself. Maybe most people think “Oh I barely know this person, I can just disappear and it’s cool.” Most likely due to my history with disappearing boy, that’s Not Acceptable. The way I see it is: “I barely know this person, I can say whatever I want with no repercussions! I’m going to tell them I hate them right now!”

I’m so going to write my own dating rules book. And Mystery will not be in it. Know why? Because he’s fucking Canadian.

Still sick but getting better. I had to leave a meeting on Friday because I was coughing so much but that ended up being a good thing since the meeting was really long and boring. Yes, I want to know about the new client tracking program. No, I do not want to watch the IT guy help a coworker who barely knows how to copy and paste how to update this program so it’s ready by a rapidly approaching launch date.

Did you know that Maggie Gyllenhaal is the new Agent Provocateur model? (NSFW) Fucking hot. And did you know AP sells a$300 crop? They call it a whip but it’s clearly a crop.

I will be representing the agency at an internship/job fair on Monday. I’m happy to do it because the fair doesn’t start until noon (sleeping in, yay!) and it means my boss trusts me not to fuck this up. Which means I can’t fuck this up. I was given little prep on this fair other than a few emails forwarded to me and some vague internship descriptions. I stayed late making copies of all the things I’m going to be handing out and bought a new shirt so I will look extra cute. I still have to staple some handouts since I was too impatient to let the copier staple them and actually read the handouts. This is the first time in a long time that I will be bringing work home with me but I really don’t mind. At least not yet. I guess that’s what happens when you like or care about your job.

Everytime I post, I am reminded that I have a draft pending, an entry that I have no posted yet. It’s called “In defense of the slut” and I wrote it a while back but felt like it wasn’t finished. I should work on it some more, it could definitely be basis to more writing and a personal research project. Like cupcake research.

Also, omg what am I going to be for Halloween?

Transitioning to new job land is kind of fun. I made a sock puppet for my coworker and today she gave a clinical presentation on PTSD with the puppet. It was fun and educational!

I’m going to have a big gay happy hour in Boystown on my last day and my coworkers are taking me out for chocolate fondue! I don’t get anymore cases since I’m leaving so next week will be a lot of me calling people and saying “Hi, I’m leaving. Talk to my boss from now on.”

Roommate has been gone for a few days. It’s kind of peaceful being alone except at night when the anxiety kicks in. For some reason, my head believes that my skinny little roommate can ward off bad guys. Maybe she’s more a good luck charm than a bodyguard.

I moved my sleep study meeting to next week. For the next week, my homework is to try to go to bed earlier. I hope I didn’t do a sleep study just to get stellar advice like that. I would rather them offer me drugs than tell me “try to get 8 hours and everything will be OK!”

I’m trying to figure out the online dating protocol. Every site now has a feature where you can see who views you. If they look OK you, of course, view their profile, too. Then there are “hot lists” people can add you to which pretty much does nothing except saves your profile on a separate page for them and notifies the other person that they have been “hot listed.” Personals sites really like to make verbs out of nouns. So do I “hot list” the person back if I’m interested? Or just go ahead and send them a message? Is this the equivalent of making eye contact vs making the first move if I weren’t a geek and met people in real life? Because I will make eye contact in bars but I rarely go up and start conversations with strangers. Which maybe is why I’m single…hmmm.

I will have to give this more thought.

Time for bed. 8 hours!

I’ve been lazy about the updating. Actually I have been a busy girl. This week I finished training at work and went on the phones. I’m still learning the computer system so I get a lot of “Are you still there?” from clients as I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing. I am also much more interested in decorating my cube than doing actual work.

My boy was in town, which also contributed to my busy week. He was only here briefly so I had to suck all of the attention I could get out of him while he was here. I had to work so it didn’t feel like I spent much time with him. Sigh, another month until he returns.

We went to the Tom Waits show. Damn, that old man puts on a show. He growled and shook for almost 2 hours. I was curious what type of person likes Tom Waits. Well, I still can’t tell you. The audience had an interesting mix of old guys and hipsters, guys dressed in black and yuppie chicks.

I think the ultimate duo would be Tom Waits and Nick Cave, singing about loving a woman, bashing her head in with a rock and then going drinking.

Oh, my last night as a non-office drone! I am angsty. I bought a cute office worthy skirt, rejected the beach because it was too damn hot and went to a gay bar and danced.

All I can think about is seeing my boy, I miss him so much and this is only the halfway point of his gone-ness. I’m proud of myself for keeping up with the distractions so I don’t mope all the time. I don’t want to be one of those codependent bitches. But when you want something you can’t have it tends to be all consuming.

I accepted the job from BigCo. SmallCo never called me back. I start at the end of the month, working 9-5 in an office downtown. I also scheduled my first personal training session at the gym. Did I ever think this would be me?

No.

I’m pretty sure it’s the right direction. I’ve wanted some sort of stability in my life for a long time.

I was hoping I could visit my boy between leaving my current job and starting my new one but that doesn’t appear to be doable. His schedule doesn’t work with when I’m available. I’ve been penciled in for August but I’m not terribly hopeful. I’m slighly jealous that a 60 year old man could make him break his schedule and I can’t. OK, that old man is Tom Waits but come on, I’m way hotter.