Today is November 14, 2011. This entry will not be posted for 30 days because of my "Cyber Death" challenge...I can't tweet...post a blog entry...or update my Facebook statuses/pictures.
I take back what I said yesterday about getting used to not tweeting. Especially today. So much happened even before noon that left me aching to tweet.
First of all, my journalism class was cancelled due to the professor having the flu. Which, typically wouldn't make me happy, but I would've been late for the class, anyway. So that was actually good news for me, not so good news for him.
Then, I had to shoot a commercial today for work in which I had to talk. I messed up twice. Had to say it what seemed like a million times. I was nervous...which is not like me. I guess I could be a local celebrity. Okay...maybe not. Even if I was...it's Saint Joe. Who cares about Saint Joe?
Then, after all of that emotion...from being overjoyed to nervous, I was then faced with a very awkward situation. I was a serial drug rep dater at one time. Today, I met an old flame's ex-wife who also is a drug rep that recently started calling on our office. I did not mention I had dated her ex-husband (who was also her ex-husband the time I saw him). It was one of those bad dating situations in which I ended up asking him never to return to our office. Mostly because he was seeing another young receptionist at another office that I found out about. He honored my request. That was several years ago. Either way, the experience was weird. I was a bit intimidated and I don't easily get intimidated. For a few moments, I was nervous wondering if she knew about me. If she did know about me, I felt a little invasion of privacy, though that's not at all her fault. Needless to say, sometimes bad dating experiences can come back and haunt you several years later. I wish I could've tweeted about all this.
I take back what I said yesterday about getting used to not tweeting. Especially today. So much happened even before noon that left me aching to tweet.
First of all, my journalism class was cancelled due to the professor having the flu. Which, typically wouldn't make me happy, but I would've been late for the class, anyway. So that was actually good news for me, not so good news for him.
Then, I had to shoot a commercial today for work in which I had to talk. I messed up twice. Had to say it what seemed like a million times. I was nervous...which is not like me. I guess I could be a local celebrity. Okay...maybe not. Even if I was...it's Saint Joe. Who cares about Saint Joe?
Then, after all of that emotion...from being overjoyed to nervous, I was then faced with a very awkward situation. I was a serial drug rep dater at one time. Today, I met an old flame's ex-wife who also is a drug rep that recently started calling on our office. I did not mention I had dated her ex-husband (who was also her ex-husband the time I saw him). It was one of those bad dating situations in which I ended up asking him never to return to our office. Mostly because he was seeing another young receptionist at another office that I found out about. He honored my request. That was several years ago. Either way, the experience was weird. I was a bit intimidated and I don't easily get intimidated. For a few moments, I was nervous wondering if she knew about me. If she did know about me, I felt a little invasion of privacy, though that's not at all her fault. Needless to say, sometimes bad dating experiences can come back and haunt you several years later. I wish I could've tweeted about all this.
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