Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Should I...

I've been thinking about blogging about this all day, but I know that it will offend and dismay some of my readers (specifically my parents and anyone who likes to believe I am innocent). But I've not really held back on this blog, so why start now? Hell, I had my tattoo confession on here before. Another quick tattoo confession: i secretly (or not anymore) want another one. I know my friend originally wanted hers on her foot, and I saw a girl with the best tattoo on the arch of her foot..and i desired it. But I'll hold off on that one for a while. No need to "tat" up my body. God I hate "tat".

The real meaning of this entry is to express my growing concern over one aspect of my lifestyle. Or maybe non-aspect is more correct. My fear is that I will be celibate for the rest of my life. I'm not an experienced girl by anyone's standards (except maybe a crazy, celibate 60 year old virgin - these do exist, and one used to work at my office. But she broke her streak and got married before I ever started work there). I'm not ever going to be the type to pursue recreational sex (sigh of relief parents?). But I'm 23. It's starting to drive me a little mad.

Too much information? Eh, you could have stopped reading when you started to feel weird. But you didn't, did you?

I almost cried at work today. So cliche huh? But honestly, I am starting to hate my underwriter. I do like her, although i don't respect her. Today she was in panic mode (because she left early yesterday and was dealing with a personal issue all day monday, and the drinking episode friday). She took it out on me and blamed me for a chance we missed. I explained that I had discussed it with another underwriter (who of course doesn't remember) and she started to ream me out about how she needs to underwrite the file before I can tell people things, blah blah blah. I knew what I was talking about. I did ask another underwriter. It's my own fault for not writing a note on the file that I had discussed it, but leave me alone. I'm going to be good at this and you hate it. Its come to my attention that she is resisting all efforts to train the new assistant. I'm tired of being someone's bitch. If this is going to last too much longer I'm not going to make it.

With that I go to bed. Lucky for me and her she will be in a meeting all day tomorrow and gone on Friday. I may be bitchy. At least I'm away for all of next week.

1 comment:

  1. Welcome to the "I Hate My Job and My Co-Workers" Club. Dues are due every fourth Thursday in the payment of Tequilla sent to my place. 10% off if you send a lime with your bottle of tequilla.