Ugh....
I realize a lot of people use blogs to just complain about life, and while I plan to do the same, I really was hoping to hold of the whining for a bit. You know, take the high road and try and be all noble...um...right. Anyway, I woke up with a sore throat today. On top of that, I woke up early so I could come into work and restart the server because of an update I ran. Yes, I get the nerd designation honestly, because I am Director of IT of a large not-for-profit in Indianapolis. I'm not your typical IT guy, in so much that I workout, am generally clean, reasonably attractive, and I can actually talk about technology without people's eyes rolling back into their heads. I love the job, but I am hoping to move into something else soon. 10 years is a long time to be doing basically the same job at two different locations, and I am ready for a change.
Anyway, sore throat, woke up early, which for me was 5:30 am. I am typically an early riser because I like to get into work and get it over with, and I just find my day going much better if I'm out of work by 3pm. Seriously though, 5:30 sucks! The sore throat is not helping...I can't even really enjoy my cup of caffeine..though you can bet I'm plowing through that! Plus, little problems are piling up that I cannot really deal with because in edition to my regular IT work, I am forced to do grant compliance reporting, which frankly is as exciting as it sounds. I was never a numbers guy. Frankly, math was my worst subject in school. So, I pretty much abhor every minute of this, and the month of July is pretty much hell month because the grant year typically ends on June 30. So, all these little problems (and big ones), are starting to stress me the hell out. Plus, it is looking like this weekend is one that I won't go out. Maybe I'm an alcoholic because I'd really like a little booze in my coffee right now.
So last night I was a loser and didn't ride my bike, and I really should have because if I feel like I do now, I know the gym and biking is out of the question. We'll see... I did get to watch the premier of Big Brother, and I have to say I'm kinda excited for this trash. I was right about the two gay guys being bitter exes. I feel bad for the one guy because the other one when he figured out it might be his ex up in the room started spreading crap about him, for instance, that he gave HIM an STD. On NATIONAL TELEVISION...I think it is pretty easy to see who the bitch was in that relationship. The other part that is great is that the other guys are pretty damn HOT at least from the neck down. Nick (way to go namesake) is a big muscular stud who used to be a pro-football player. I hope he is around and shirtless for many episodes to come, and Mike is more the type I'd go for....a bit older, put together...oh and HOT. :)
Oh, speaking of catty gays, I've had a run in with one this week. I've been talking to this young couple for years online..strike that, I've talked to them both individually, but I never really realized they were together though I knew they were both taken. We shall call them George and Tom. It is one of those flirtations you have for a while, but nothing really comes of it because of the awkwardness of it all. Well, on Tuesday, which was the night before the holiday, I was out and drunk off my ass. George and Tom were out to celebrate Tom's birthday, and well, we kinda made a spectacle of ourselves on the dance floor. Well, this other guy who knows us all, lets call him Cliff, decided it was his role to put a stop to it. Cliff has a history with me. We've flirted, but because he's pretty much co-dependent and not relationship material for me, I never really moved it forward. He's a very nice and good looking guy, but I just can't deal with co-dependency. Sometimes I just want to be alone, and I need someone in my life who is going to allow that. Once they all left, Cliff started lighting up my phone with texts on how pathetic I acted, etc, etc, etc. In the process of me telling him that it was absolutely none of his damn business, I may have revealed some things that occurred on the dance floor that I probably shouldn't...though if Cliff was indeed watching, he would have seen it anyway. And no...it wasn't porno. Get your minds out of the gutter... I didn't hear from George or Tom on Wednesday or Thursday, and being a bit of an insecure mind, I really started to get upset that Cliff may have been talking crap about me these past couple days. Luckily, I saw George online, and I was able to straighten it all out, though he was mad at me for said revealings. I even figured out that Cliff had completely LIED about his impetus for intervening. He had said that George was upset that I wouldn't leave them alone, and George specifically said that was not the case. Yes, this is twisted Gays of Our Lives stuff, and I really wish at 32 I wouldn't be a party to it. Cest la Vie! The only motive that I can think of is that Cliff had extreme jealousy about the whole situation. I know he's had a thing for me, and I can guess he has a thing for George, too. So, more than likely, he was pissed at me because he wanted to be in my place...or merely included. As much as I wish I was not a party to drama, he should be even less so. He is pushing 40 for crying out loud!
Well, I suppose I should get back to work. The coffee is kicking in, but the throat still hurts.
Ugh...
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