Boy I haven't updated in a while. Except to post that link to my other blog about my trip to SHIMMER Women's Athletes. That weekend pretty much changed my life, and for the better. I want to do a year in review post, either here or on the new blog, but this is just an update.
The most important thing is that I'm typing this up from my new job. Yep, I've been hired and today makes my first full week of work. I started last Wednesday the 3rd. I'm a receptionist/switchboard operator for a hospital of sorts. My hours are second shift, 3pm to 11pm. Which means I can't do audio shows for Diva-Dirt anymore, except for our post-PPV shows on Sundays. But really, aside from that minor detail, this is probably going to be one of the best jobs I've ever had. Why?
My boss told me today, "You can read, surf the internet, whatever. As long as it's quiet up here." Last week I watched a movie the woman who's training me brought in. I can stay on twitter, I can watch the tv in the waiting room when no one's there, I can read my books, I can catch up on my wrestling dvds...I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. I mean something this good can't be without it's drawbacks, right? Well, the only other minor thing is that I don't have a set lunch. I can't get up and stay away for the alloted 30 minutes. I have to forward the phones back to the nurses station when I need to step away, and me being me, I don't like to inconvience anyone. But at least I can eat and drink at the desk.
The hours are actually really good, considering I now have a reason to get up early in the mornings. Or, rather, earlier than I have been getting up. The thing that really topped off the SHIMMER weekend and made it officially The Best Weekend Ever is the fact I met someone. Yes, I mean it in the sense that I met someone, heh.
Totally unexpected, wasn't looking, and neither of us saw this 'spark' that everyone else saw. His name is Lee I thought he was extremely cute when I saw him in person Saturday morning (we'd chatted abit over twitter, but nothing too extensive), but you know me. I'd never have made the first move. Apparently he thought I was rather cute as well, and at the afterparty (those SHIMMER afterparties are as legendary as they're made out to be!) he had enough to drink to be bold but not in his cups. He actually said he'd made an effort to be sober so he could look after me, something that I found really touching. As it was, he told me I was cute and kissed me. Twice. Which about knocked me off the chair.
When we all got back to the hotel (I roomed with a friend I'd met via twitter/DD, and hung out with a group I met the same way. I'm pretty damn lucky in the fact that everyone I've ever come into contact through online hasn't been a killer or something.), all of us hung out in one of the rooms. Lee had forgotten his backpack in the car, so when he went to get it, he asked if I wanted to go. Turned out there was a patio outside and the weather was nice, so somehow I ended up in his lap. That's where we stayed. And talked. And kissed. For three hours. *BLUSH* It was 4 a.m. when my phone rang incessantly until I finally picked up. I forgot I had the key card to the room and my roomie's flight was at 7 a.m. Whoops. He held my hand as we made our way around to where the main rooms were, and where Shanti (my room), Eric & Steven were waiting. They promptly started clapping, the geese hehe..turns out we were the topic of a lot of talk that night. And since then, apparently.
It's crazy, I'd always been told when you weren't looking for someone, that's when you'd find him/her. This proved to be the case. He's tall, handsome, sweet, has a sharp wit and a great sense of humor, very romantic (despite his claims he's not, he's done a very good job so far), intelligent, educated...I could go on, but you get the point. The only drawback is..well, he lives in Leicester.
That'd be Leicester, United Kingdom. As in England. As in another continent, separated by the Atlantic Ocean. *Facepalm* My mother looked at me and said, "Why can't you find someone in this state?" Funny enough, Lee asked me twice that night the same question. Or at least a variation of it. "So what's wrong with the guys in Kentucky?" Hah! The problem's probably more on my end, to the extent that I don't go out, so it limits my chances of 'finding' someone. But at the same time, I'm picky, and like the Lady GaGa lyric says, I do not accept any less than someone just as real, as fabulous. I don't settle. And that night, I knew it was probably very foolish to get even that much involved with someone who would be leaving the country in a day. (I drove back home on Monday, he flew home Tuesday.)
I didn't care. I felt incredibly attracted to him and I knew the risks and went for it anyways. I felt a little worried since I didn't want to be perceived as the type of woman who makes out with a lot of guys, but he knew I wasn't and during one of the long talks we've had since then I've told him about my past love life. So he knows what type of person I am.
Once we were back in our regular places,we had (and still do) long talks. He sorta thought that I'd stop caring about him once he was back home. That's not in my nature though..during those 3 hours we talked on the patio, I told him a lot of things about myself that I normally wouldn't to someone I'd technically just met. I felt like I could trust him, and that trust has been proven to be well founded. So I told him that's not how I operate. Even if we didn't see each other again (which is unlikely, as we'll both be at SHIMMER), I told him he'd always have a part of my heart, if only for the fact I could trust him. He admitted he'd been thinking about me a lot...so to make a long story short (too late, I know!), we're giving this a shot. Except for when one or both of us has had a previous engagement, we've talked everyday via Skype (God bless technology), or twitter, and even the various text message.
So my new job hours work out VERY well. Since there's a five hour difference (he's ahead by 5 hours), and he works mornings, when I get up and get ready, as long as I'm on around noon, I can chat with him for a few hours. Then when I get home, if I'm around, we can chat briefly when he gets to work. (Although that'll probably change since it's starting to wear on me.) It's not a bad system, better than it would've been, say, ten years ago or what not.
And...he wants to fly me over to Britain. For Valentine's Day no less. *Blush* And he thinks he isn't romantic. It'd be the most romantic gesture I've ever received. Plus, after SHIMMER weekend in March, we're flying out to Vegas with the rest of the Brits to spend a week there and hang out with THE Allison Danger. I wasn't even thinking about going but Lee kinda co-opted me, so to speak. Or Danger just assumed I was, when she found out about our relationship. Either way...I'm going to become one very well traveled woman next year.
I've already cleared, or given my boss a headsup at least, about Britain in Feb. Hopefully March won't be a problem either, but I don't think it will. I won't get paid for the days off I take, but that's not a problem. I should have a healthy sum built up before then. The pay is more than what I was making at MCC, a clear win right there.
So...for as lousy as this year started, things have dramatically improved. In most areas, at least. Mom's health is another thing all together. That seems to be deterorating..not drastically, but enough to cause concern. I'm not sure what to do, to be honest. I've got to work, I can't stay there and take care of her. And I'm tired of trying, honestly. I've got to keep my life separate. I'll still do what I can of course, but I'm not going to let her worries and fears keep me from doing things or going places. If she'd had her way I never would've went to Berwyn. And I'm so glad I did.
At the moment, I'm happier and more content than I have been in a long time. It's been a tiring year, but everything seems to be turning the corner. As long as that other shoe doesn't drop, the year looks to end on a very high note. ^_^
Reflections of a Twenty-Something
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