Standing up

Well that's what she did anyway.
She stood up.
Stood me up, anyway. I don't even know why I've been giving her a fake name this whole time. her name is Brenna. She told me "She was in a fight with her parents and... she's confused and doesn't wanna like anyone and..." BULLSHIT!

But I'm all done now. I told her when she gets her shit straight she can come talk to me and buy me dinner. (Not necessarily in those words)

Either way, we're all done. And I still haven't drank anything. And honestly, I feel quite good! I'm done with her and I can move on to greater things!

Like other women!

Yeah okay that's shallow. But now that I know I'm fucking just DONE with trying to date someone who's that high-maintenance, I can have more fun!

...And creep out my roomates a little more...

We'll see. I'm hanging out with someone this weekend. Maybe it'll turn into one of those "ice cream dates" again.
God I'm sick

God Damn Women

I hate these things.
Women.

Why do you have to go and confuzzle me? C'mon!

So this Susan chick (I think that's what I called her) decides that she doesn't like drinking. Cool. I don't like your periods, but I'm not asking you to take FUCKING BIRTH CONTROL.
So what happens? Just to fucking communicate with this broad, I have to stop drinking. FINE. I'll fucking spend my new years with Coffee. Thanks a lot.

Now don't get me wrong, I know I drink too much. And it's definitely healthy for me to stop. At least for a little bit. But if you can't even see me as the same person because I have ONE habit that you think is bad? Bitch please, you're not worth my time.

So at this moment I'm talking to her and this other girl that I know, who is giving me "advice". Which is basically defending Susan. Fuck. I know she doesn't like drinking either, but I want legitimate girl advice. Not "Stop drinking Steve, Jesus loves you."
Damn you females!

"I can't be around people who drink."
She fucking said that. I can't believe she fucking said that. Unreal.
So because I have one bad habit, you're going to put aside everything we've learned about each other and generalize me as a drunk? Wooooooow. That's not pretentious.

Now, don't get me wrong. I wasn't born yesterday. I know that she is either trying to:
A) Find a reason to drop our "relationship". or
B) Bend me around her little fucking pinky finger.

So. She has 2 days. TWO. GODDAMN DAYS.
And if she decides to find an excuse to not go on our 2-month planned date, good. That saves me effort and money.
If she does? Then I can decide what the fuck she's trying to do.

Oh, also, I haven't touched alcohol since she asked me not to. And she doesn't know that yet. Once she can wrap her head around the fact that it doesn't change who I am as a person, then I will tell her I've kept to my word.

If she can't wrap her head around that fact - goodbye, Susan. Better luck next time.

Drunk Post

I'll probably shoot myself tomorrow but....

Hell. I'll make it quick.

I went out tonight, it was awesome! Had quite a few drinks, danced, and watched my brother fail.
Yup. We went out with his friend (who is extremely hot). Me and her friend decided that we should hook them up. What happens? My brother says he's too drunk to talk to her.
WTF?
Dude. That's why we drink.
So where did that leave me? Trying to keep all the guys off of her so that he could talk to her.
Did he?
Absolutely fucking not.

I had to play wingman with a FUCKING DUDE!
Jesus bro.

But whatever. He'll learn. We'll teach him.
And good news is that she didn't fuck anyone, and he had his arm around her at the end of the night.
Does that mean anything?
No.
But it is good news.

Off to bed now. I'll speak of my drunken encounter next time.

Wine

Just having some wine, and decided it was time for an update.

I haven't said much lately. I guess there isn't a whole lot of development to talk about, but I'll try to scrounge something up.

I suppose the biggest thing is that I'm becoming a top leader in the office. I'm working my way up. My boss likes me. A lot. And my leader loves me. In fact, I just led 2 successful roadtrips, which resulted in my leader becoming an assistant manager.
So I suppose that's something.

So yeah. We have an assistant manager in the office. What does that mean? He's going to become an owner, and soon. Also that we will hopefully be getting a new campaign!
Which is great, because we literally can't grow our team any more. Maybe 1 more guy. maybe.

So what does that mean for me?
I can't move up. Without building a team, I actually can't move anywhere. I want to be assistant manager by August.
Now my leader say he wants me there in the next 3 months.
Okay, why don't you get us a fucking new campaign then?
Also, it turns out getting there by august wouldn't be a record. Is that going to stop me? Absolutely not. Fuck records. I'm still going hard.
And once we get that new campaign, BOOM. That's it! I'm there.

So when I've begun building my team, I will be posting here more often. Not that you care, mind you. Being as you don't actually read this crap. Ah well.


Now for the good part - my woman issues.
We finally had a date! Me and "Susan". It was kind of a date anyway. We went snowboarding, with 2 other people.
BUT - we went fucking snowboarding. And we ended up cuddling during a movie afterwards. Now of course she tells me that she didn't want to and blah blah blah. But if she didn't want to, it wouldn't have happened. Simple as that.
So yeah, this is definitely going somewhere.
And on the way back from roadtrip #2, we talked to each other about the standards we had for dating. Turns out she's looking for... Well... me.
Fuck.
Does she know it yet? No.
Do I know it? Yes.
So what's going down? Is this legit? Is it gonna be serious?
Fuck. I don't need this right now.

Am I absolutely terrified of screwing it up? Yes. Yes I am.
And I don't scare easily,

Plenty Of Fish

Good Lord.
I just joined Plenty Of Fish.com

Can't decide if I'm bored or desperate at this point.

Like honestly, what are the chances of someone who even comes remotely up to my standards just randomly replying to my... profile. Or whatever the fuck it is.
My standards have definitely gotten higher.

BUT. I think rightly so.
I've moved up, I won't settle for anything less than I deserve. I know I may not be the MOST attractive guy on the planet. But I think I'm pretty damn close.

Anyway, that's not the point. Well, yes it is.
But I should really just get out and meet someone myself. This is just pathetic.

Oh well. Whatever.

In other news - I'm moving up in the office. I'm leading a road trip next week. The other 2 members on the trip are both older, more experienced, and perform better than me.
But I'm leading it!
I think my boss sees something in me that I don't. Well, maybe I see it too...
Either way. I'll get to ownership. Assistant manager by summer! That's the plan.

And it would be a record.

Professionalism

How hard is it to be professional?
I mean, I realize that moving from Superstore to business can't be easy, but come on.

So we got a new girl in the office today. Just a second interview - a day of observation. we call it.
Basically a job shadow.

So she's sitting in the lobby and we all come out of our morning meeting. There are a couple people there, so we greet them as usual.
The second I greet her she grips my hand (with both of hers I think) and gets that "preteen girl" look.
Oh God.

Didn't stop there though. Me, my leader, and her all went out of town. About an hour away. She was his interview that day. The whole way up she was just... flirty. Ugh I dunno how to describe it.
Either way, she was flirty. But I only had to put up with her for about an hour.
Or so I thought...

Turns out my leader decided to quit a bit early. Around 2:30 rather than 5. So we all met up, ran to the bank, and grabbed a late lunch.
Yay. I got to see her again...
Before I continue, you need to realize that this girl reminds me of every single one of my exes. It's ridiculous. I didn't even think it was possible!!

It got worse at lunch. She likes to use the expression "tackle" for her problems. And even her not problems. Anyway I don't remember the whole thing but basically it came down to me saying "You can't tackle me."
Her response: "too bad".

And then she proceeded to make more comments like that and hit me on the arm. I did my best to avoid it and keep it professional. It didn't work. She got worse and worse.

But it wasn't all bad!
I closed 2 accounts today. $420 bucks. Guaranteed $410 tomorrow, and it's only Thursday!
So I got lots of time!

Winter Roads

Damn. What a week.

So we took a 10-hour drive out of province for a company trip. We were told it was going to be juicy.
Long story short, everyone was using a shitty system that we couldn't replace for them. Because it has a non-cancellable contract.
So we couldn't switch many people.
I mean, some people used standard POS systems (debit machines), so we could switch those ones. But they were few and far apart.
Anyway, I came home with about $200-$250 profit. Not so great.
BUT. at least I made some cash!

So the trip up was just dandy. No snow, nothing. There was one patch of ice.

The trip back was hell on earth.
We had to go through Edmonton, which had over a foot of snow. And ice. Yeah, not so much fun.
And did I mention we only had 1 headlight? And of course we didn't notice til AFTER we got onto the highway away from anywhere that sells them.
But we're alive!

In total it was about a 21 hour drive there and back.
I drove 13 hours.
My co-worker, (the only other one who can drive) drove about 8.

So that pissed me off a little. But we were testing out a car that I might buy from my brother.
It took about 100 litres to go 1000 kms. Not too shabby. So I'll probably buy it.

And another development on me and this girl.
We were talking about our cars, and how mine was super pimpin' (It's a Buick Park Avenue). We then got onto the topic of back seats, and how mine was really roomy. So we made some suggestive comments and shit, you know, the usual.

But were they just jokes? It's pretty hard to tell over text. But I'm quite certain there was more to this than just words.
But who knows? We rarely see each other, and she keeps standing me up. So maybe some day I'll get to talk to her in person, alone, for more than 10 minutes. Maybe even tomorrow! I'm sure I'll blog about it.

So one last thing -
All my roomates are gone. All of them. So it's pretty lonely here. I'm getting a bit sad. Not even motivated enough to play a game. So I'll be wasting my evening on Omegle. Again.
Fuck sakes.