Stark Raving Mad

Since Kiko pissed in my bed yet again, I have time to tell a little story about what’s going on the last week as I wash my bedding. It’s the fourth time she’s done this, and I’m at my wit’s end. Anyhow, that’s not the point of the story. This story starts last Wednesday when I have to make “surprise” visits to all the local facilities at work. From Burbank to Westside to the three Hollywoods back to Burbank. Considering how swamped I was with other “better” things to do, I was non-plussed to say the least. I get a call from D__ in our San Francisco facility. I start bitching about having to baby the facilities. I end up getting blamed if the numbers seem a little off, yet I don’t know what’s out there since these facilities don’t return paperwork on time. Me: I don’t know how many times I have to tell the higher ups I’m not fucking psychic. D_: Well why don’t you visit our facility? Me: Actually I’m going to be up there in the beginning of August for my friend Meesch’s wedding at the beginning of August. D_: Ooh! Then we should go out for drinks while you’re up here. Me: Sure. That would be cool. D_: How about somewhere on the Castro? Me: Eh. I don’t really like the Castro. The only bar I really liked up there is the Eagle. D_: Holy shit! That’s my bar. Me: Right on! [continue inconsequential ramblings on] Naturally I start thinking about this conversation. It all sounds a little intriguing if you know what I mean. Fast-forward to today. I’m sitting in my office, and it’s almost lunch time. I cannot get my figures to balance, and I’m going insane. One of the girls from billing comes down with a guy I’ve never seen before. Yeah predictable eh? It turns out he was in LA this past weekend and missed his flight out yesterday. Something about that alibi I don’t buy though which makes me a blush a little. Except that I’m stressed, my desk looks like Hurricane Dennis climbed all up in it, I have bags under my eyes that might as well have Louis Vuitton logos on them, I feel like shit from the excess of this past weekend. Yeah. I’m not at my most charming. Oh yeah. Best excuse: I’m a fucking Aries. The one charming thing to come out today was: Me: I’m only here to sit down and look pretty. D_: Well you’re doing a good job of that. Eventually I have to herd them out because I was hungry and I needed to balance before I went to lunch. Later on as I was driving home for lunch I realize what an asshole I was. I talk to the billing girl before she left, and she agreed that I was a little asshole-ish. Ugh! So tomorrow I will call him to apologize. Why am I so hung up about this? I think I might like him. I’ve talked to him many times over the phone and enjoyed his conversation. Seeing him confirmed what I thought: that he is durable and able to handle me without breaking. I really like that in a man. Uy I’m such a fuckup.