Fixated on the LED

Work was less than stellar today. I had a great Monday, and at least three of my friends did not. I guess they passed on the shittiness to me, because today was not the best. Oh well. It's almost over! Let's just say that the boss has a major lack of communication problem with an affliction to avoid following through on things. Does that even make sense? He lives in LaLa Land and it's getting really irritating.


After work I went and grabbed a beer with one of my coworkers. We'll call her Ms. P. She had had it by 8:30 this morning, so I offered to take her out tonight. She (like the rest of my team) flies into Salt Lake every other week and doesn't get out much while she's here, and I could tell today was the day for drinks. Instead of going for drinks after dinner, we went right after work. The Bayou was pretty empty at 5 PM! Anyway, Ms. P is close to my mom's age and I just adore her. She's a spitfire and she knows her shit. I hope I can work with her on future projects.


Anyway, we had sessions all day at work. They weren't much fun. So what did I do the whole time I wasn't typing the requirements? I was fixated on my LED light on my BlackBerry. How is it that one, small, tiny, red blinking light can have so much power over me? It's not fair. You're probably asking what I was waiting for... I was waiting for a text. From S. I know. I'm lame. But it's ok, because I can admit it.


So, I came home after dropping off Ms. P and made dinner. Nothing exciting... just spaghetti and chili. I know it sounds gross, but really, it's good. I didn't think too much about S while cooking and eating dinner. I hardly even thought about him while I was watching The Biggest Loser Finale (which was amazing, I might add). About 30 minutes before it was over, I realized I hadn't heard from him today. And it's now almost two hours later... nothing. So I'm kinda bummed. But I need to get over it. We've texted everyday since Thursday. And it's not like we're technically dating. This internet thing really throws a loop into dating. It's just weird. So yeah, I need to CTFO (chill the fuck out).


Well, it's time for bed. I'll try to post tomorrow. The parentals are heading to Vegas without me and I'm mad. San Fran is next week so I guess I shouldn't complain!