Vent Session and Other Tired Ramblings

For those of you who still have me nestled in your google readers awaiting my return, I am not back. No worries, I do the same thing with the Company Bitch. And let me clarify that I am not by any means comparing myself to the Company Bitch, because that would just be arrogant and silly. Plus I false alarmed you with a series of posts and broken promises a few months back. No, this post is not a return, simply a medium for releasing some stress and thoughts that are nagging my brain. That is what blogs are technically meant to be for right? Good. So now that we are agreed…here goes it:

Situation stands as an open position with a great company in NYC. There are two candidates. One is me and the other is a stupid whore or whore man (sex is under negotiation). Who is this person? I want to know as they are seriously screwing with my universe. My life is currently sitting in a bunch of boxes on the third floor of a new house that I didn’t want but am signed under in a two year lease. Shall I unpack or leave it packed?

Now I hate that I am writing this for a few reasons. One is that I am letting even more people know about this interview while there are already too many people involved. That just adds to the list of people I have to grin and act like I don’t care when they ask “did you get the job” and I say “um yeah NO.” Two is that I am already way too excited about this. The intent was to act like I didn’t get it and then be all yay and happy when I did. That obviously didn’t go so well.

Thus again begs the question, who is this other person? Are they an MBA city local with a business suit look by day and hipster tude by night? Are they a total nerd who stood at the top of their class and gave the graduation speech while their peers looked on wondering who the hell they were? Are they the naked girl my roommate slept with last night who walked the wrong way out of the bathroom at 4:30 AM and flicked on my light and started to crawl into my bed as I stuck out my foot in blanket to stop her while nervously repeating in a crescendo “wrong room, wrong room, WRONG ROOM!” (let me just briefly repeat that last statement in parenthesis and sporadic capital letters just so you can really bite your teeth into it: NAKED girl turned on my light at 4:30 AM, twice, and then tried to CRAWL INTO MY BED) Are they a person, unlike the aforementioned naked girl, that I would like and want to be my friend? Who knows. But I do know I don’t want them to exist. Not even a little bit, not even at all. (since I just made that reference I want to clarify that Julia Stiles would NOT be my friend, I kind of can’t deal with her)

So here I sit. Waiting and wishing and stressing. And tired. Because I was woken up at 4:30 and couldn’t sleep quite well after that. Weird I wonder why.

Life as I currently know it, is a circus.