TGIF

Ok, I've only had ONE meltdown this week, so I'm doing MUCH better with all this moving stuff than I had been previously. In fact, I am now feeling more positive about the whole thing than I ever have. I am still a bit stunned at how quickly all this has transpired, but I'm feeling like it's more and more the right thing to do.

Today I showed my place to a potential new replacement roommate. She liked it a lot, and liked the general location and surrounding area of where we live. She asked some questions and seemed to really like Sassy a lot too. I had a lease drawn up for her to look over, and take with her to think about...(I have learned that tangible objects that people can take away from various events or meetings often turn the tide of decisions). She still has two other places to look at this weekend but will let me know by Monday. (ARGH...nervousness all weekend). But okay, I have the instinctual feeling she's going to go for it, so I'm just keeping my fingers and toes crossed. I mean you can't beat the rent price with a STICK, and all utilities are included, COME ON, what's to think about?!

Anyway, so that ball is rolling, and we'll be painting and cleaning the new apartment all weekend, so THAT ball is rolling, and I have a job interview in Pittsburgh on Monday so THAT ball is rolling too. It's just a matter of working out the timing to get all of this stuff done, that will be the biggest challenge. Pete says "this is the hardest part, though, so after you're here and settled, life will be smooth and good for a long, long time." (I told him to put that in writing).

I'm still walking around my work place on pins and needles...my direct supervisor is not supposed to know about my departure because he'll throw a ballistic fit causing the higher-up's a lot of grief to replace me ASAP, etc....so I can't tell him anything. They are trying to phase the poor guy out anyway, I've been told, so he's having things taken away from him left and right, projects, companies to follow, quoting, all sorts of stuff. "Reorganization" is a bitch. He's being forced to retire early, apparently, because he's considered a "rabble rouser" and nobody likes working with him. He tends to be a passive-aggressive control freak.

So, three other of my colleagues know of my departure, but he doesn't. I mean hey, I didn't even have to tell THEM about it, I'm still considered a "temp," so I can just come and go as I please, and just have to notify the temp agency of my decision. But I figured the other 3 people need to know, so we can prepare and get ready for my plan to leave, rather than be blind-sided. I don't like burning bridges, even at a temp job. I'd rather know that I leave the place better than I found it, than to walk out the door and feel guilty later on for being irresponsible. I'm just weird that way.

It's a good thing Pete picked up 60 big boxes for me this week, because I'm going to need each and every one of them I think. I have so much CRAP it's pathetic. So if you're in the neighborhood of Pittsburgh and you happen to see a huge yard sale goin' on soon, that's probably ME sitting there surrounded by all my CRAP. I'll cut you a good deal, so don't be shy, bring your buckage and let's get-r-done. One free blowjob per [good looking, shaved, single, male, Steve Perry-look-alike] customer. (Now THAT would get a crowd of men gathered quick, wouldn't it?!) Add a pair of leather buttless chaps, and my God Martha, I'll even throw in a prostate massage free of charge!!! WOO HOOO!! LINE 'EM UP FELLAS!!

Ok ok, but I seriously think I should dress up like a "glory hole" for Halloween this year at the BDSM club. Still thinking on that one. Maybe I could just stand upright all night, instead of sitting down, just as a tease, with the words "Spank here," on my ass. hehehehehe Ohhhhh yesssssss, the possibilities are endless...

It's almost 3:00 and I'm outta here at 4:15 so I'd better attempt to pretend to care just a smidgen about getting something minor done around here...but on the other hand, if I did NOTHING, then what if they FIRED me, damn---but hey, then I could get unemployment!! WOO HOO!! Bring it on Mr. Supervisor-Passive-Aggressive-Control-Freak!

I will be spending the weekend smothered in kisses from Pete, as always (and lemme tell ya, when I say smothered, I mean SMOTHERED ALL OVER), painting rooms and cleaning, going to a picnic and just relaxing a bit before the interview on Monday.

Now there seems to be a potential "ex-vanilla-hag" in question, that I will have to play close scrutiny to apparently. Pete's former date/fuck buddy "A" apparently wants to spend a lot of time with him lately; lunch dates, let me tell you about my new boyfriends, can you help with some nasty big bushes in my yard, stuff like that...but unlike most women, I do not fight over men. Why? Because there ain't a damned ONE of them out there who are worth it, that's why. And I have absolutely no interest in jealousy games and soap opera BS.

I know how vanilla women think. I predict that she will become more aggressive with Pete over time, she already calls him her "ex-boyfriend," (even though HE thinks of her as just a former fuck buddy), and I'm justgently trying to make him aware that even if HE thinks of her as only a "friend," SHE is definitely NOT on the same page.

So, if she gets to be a bit too aggressive about it, and wants Pete back, I'm not going to allow her to engage me in some kind of jealous cat-fight. I will just bow out gracefully and pack my stuff to move back here to DC.

Because I know for a FACT that Peter will help me move back, and he will gladly take me back in a heartbeat if I ever decide that Pittsburgh was a mistake.

Love, Sassy Girl