…the way forward…

Memorial Day affects me in a different way every year. This year, with a few of my friends overseas serving in the military, I decided to spend this Memorial Day low-key. In other words, I did nothing — absolutely nothing.

 And it was good for me. I spent some time reflecting. Tried not to watch any television shows that might have started playing the Star Spangled Banner because being an ex-military girl — it brings me to tears every time.

I tried to hook up with my friend to go see Pirates of the Carribean, but he was delayed due to having put together his car again.  (That’s what I get for being friends with racers.) It’s alright because we’re going to lunch on Thursday.

So I hope everyone had a great extended weekend…I definitely enjoyed mine.

I’m beginning to think that my life has turned into a poorly designed reality TV show. The past week has been filled with complications, people who annoy me for no reason at all, the conversation that Mr. Man and I are probably going to call it quits, but we just don’t know yet, and then multiple interviews — two of which I think I did poorly in.

I know I need to relax a little and go with the flow. It’s just that when one of the two people that was supposed to iinterview me arrived 20 minutes late, it caught me a little off guard and needless to say, I was off-kilter for the remainder of the interview. Why? Because I detest lateness.

The morning started off in a foul mood because my sexual harasser (some guy I don’t know who simply works in the next building) was closer to me than ever before and muttered sexual things under his breath. Now I’m sure that I don’t have to “take it” or whatever, but since I don’t know the guy, I thought that ignoring him would work — like I have done for the PAST year. Apparently, that’s not the case because in his own delusional world, I must be playing hard to get. I wasn’t even sure at that point if I should have told him off, vomited, or ran. I chose none of those, but continued to walk without saying anything.  His existence simply sickens me.

On the bright side, since I was feeling that all men rather suck, I called my best guy friend Jay and asked if we could do dinner on Thursday. He said yes.
I’m glad…I need some sane company.

This week I put in more hours than I probably should have, but it was the last week that my job was offering overtime. I simply needed to make more money. But right now, I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

The weekend should be full of excitement as I’m going on my first fishing trip.

Wish me luck. I’m not really fond of worms.