i don't know the name of this song...

So...what to say about the first week of freedom.

1) I literally danced on the chicago ave. subway platform on tuesday night...because I didn't have to call for a ride home OR explain why I stayed late at work to talk to Randy.

2) I get damn cranky when I have a cold and I am dealing with bullshit managers

3) WHY IS THE USPS FUCKING WITH MY MAIL?!? I don't have an antenna for my TV - therefore I am reliant upon Netflix and my cache of british spy/crime mysteries (oh my god - they joy of MI-5 also known in it's homeland as Spooks - modern LeCarre adaptations - made for amy I swear to god). You deliver a DVD on Saturday, I enjoy on Sunday and then you stop delivering my mail for the rest of the week? What is up with that? I actually asked the ex if he fucked with my mail....

4) Had my first 'Waiting to Exhale' moment...a lovely lady that I work with sniffed out my at work dalliance. It was a bit terrifying. But then I confessed that he broke my heart and she was so sweet to me. It was quite amazing. She called me the next day to tell me how much she enjoyed our conversation. I at least e-mailed the stupid boy to tell him that I was found out. I tried. I tried not to tell her anything. I believe that I've been so good at hiding that anything happened. But sometimes determined people can figure shit out.

5) So, the boy is leaving the workplace. And everybody is telling me about it because they think we're friends. Whoops. It's kinda sorta weird. I will be relieved to not hear his voice as much as I do now. I'm good at avoiding him. Take the stairs, have the holy boss call the floor, call the manager - there are many ways of avoiding shame. I'm friendly when I do have to talk to him. I say hi - but i'm convinced my voice cracks every time.

6) I really don't know what to do with myself. Do I go out? Who do I go out with? It's just super freaky and I so don't trust my judgement. Therefore the temper is ablaze - with the cold and the full moon i'm just a hot mess.

but a cute hot mess and i'll just dig the fact that i'm sporting too much thomas pink today. that i'll never be able to afford again...oh well.