The high I had after I'd gotten back from the wedding has pretty much faded away, a happy memory now tucked away. VPA sent a lovely card with he and Maybellne in their wedding gear on the cover sharing some love and saying, "Even though we don't talk as much anymore, you are still my best friend, and when we see each other, it's like time has stood still." Very sweet.
I have the sensation of hovering between something that feels like that nauseous dreamstate you are in when you're sick and you've swallowed several spoonfuls on Bennadryl. I just looked at my last entry and see it's now been two and a half months since my boss talked to me about my promotion, and it still hasn't happened. I'd hoped it would come through before she left on her two week vacation, but nay. The last I heard, she said our VP had told her she'd "worn him down," and he'd agree to it--but only after I did one of our stupid Talent Plus interviews which measures your strengths in particular areas of personality.
In fairness, it makes sense to run one of these on a member of leadership, but time's atickin' and my bills are abuildin'. I hate that my life has become so focused on becoming debt free again, but that's where I am. And when and if this promo comes through, this will probably be the last big windfall I'll have for awhile. My boss has about six or seven more years until she retires, and I'm not even sure I want her job. So if I score myself a big increase, I really want to use it to pay down debt and not incurr a whole lot more.
Easier said than done when you have an addiction to La Mer and Perricone products like a motha.
Speaking of mothas, I'd hope to take mine to Europe for her sixtieth birthday, but as things are currently shaping up, I don't even know if that will be feasible. But if it doesn't, her sixty first will be just fine. Provided ISIS hasn't nuked the continent, Europe will still be there, I suppose.
I am at least doing my best to do at least one fun thing a month. This month I got two in: going to the Marengo on the Alley for L-Ha's birthday and doing liquid brunchies with Tifferbee at Maven last weekend. Since I apparently no longer go clubbing--and I cringe using the word as a thirty eight year old--a fun time out here or there with friends is a must.
Soldiering on, partner.
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