I'm still here. And the soap opera still continues…
Mr. J.J. and I have developed a text message communicating relationship. Guess it's alright, short and sweet, always to the point. Tone never known, so jokes are limited. Nothing has happened. But, the mama? She still loves Golightly and has called me on her own accord. I have a feeling once mid August hits us and a certain Boomer Sooner has to go back to school; he and I will graduate from texting to real live conversations.
In other dating news, I have been seeing an A.D.A. I have to call him Mr. Trombone. He is the cousin of a good friend and Mr. Trombone and I hit it off from first meet. A tiny background on him: He is 27, hilarious, an attorney, went to UT-Austin (Hook'em), and was in marching band all four of those UT years. Yes, a band geek inside, but he so doesn't look like one on the outside. Take my word for it. A week later, last Sunday, he and I were alone in his condo and I guess he really wanted to seal the deal, so he took out his trombone and played.
Yes. He. Did.
I'll let you sit on that and laugh awhile. I had to bite my tongue the entire time. What came next was nothing funny: The most aggressive make out session I've ever had in my life. And that was not me. I still have bruises on my thighs and upper arms from him gripping so hard. It was that heated. And I liked it. I think it had more to do with the fact that someone wanted me that badly…but then when he was so certain that is was going to end up in a bed…NO WAY JOSE.
I got out of there quickly.
I did agree to a second date because he is my friend's cousin and I did kind a like it (who serenades anyone anymore?). Also--he is a foodie and cook fanatic. I think it runs in his family because his brother is currently at culinary school. His cooking skills and my own baking and love for foods…you know what I mean?
Second date was good, dinner, witty repertoire, and a drink afterwards. We spent some quality time on the phone last night and have made plans for another date this Thursday. We'll see.
In career news: It is so time for me to get the heck out of here.
I was sick two days in a row. I had a horrible cough. (and I needed to get away from the Bosses)
Both days I called in to one Boss, the second day I called the other just to let her know that I think I'd be up for returning to the office the next day. While on the phone she gave me a ten item to do list for when I returned. Hello?!? I'm at home watching General Hospital (sick) and she is telling me what to do. Oh. Well. I was calling on courtesy for her.
The next day, she stopped at my desk, as soon as she walked into the office. Very. Unusual.
No "Hello", no "Hi", no "Are you feeling better?"
What could I expect?
But she did say this, "Next time you call in sick, you need to find a back up because…(wait for it)…I had to book my own flight"
Yes. She. Did.
Yep, I'm looking for another job. I'm not her personal assistant and she is not J. Lo.
I got an interview today (wish me luck) and two more slated for the rest of the week.