Axel got dumped on his birthday. Axel did not have a good birthday.
There’s a little bit of information about Axel here, here and here, if you’ve got no idea whaaaaat I am talking about. He’s become quite the character in my life.
His girlfriend (ex-girlfriend now) broke up with him on his birthday because ‘she needed space’. For the record, I’ve never met the girl, but I’m not the fondest of her as well. She seems to make poor life choices from what I’ve heard… especially with what I’ve heard recently.
Not only did she catch COVID and spread it to at least six other people when she managed to give it to Axel on their first hook-up (I’d call it a date, but he tells the story and it wasn’t a date), but I’m pretty sure she decided Axel was a suitable boyfriend solely because he bought her things. Also, another story from discord that I never told on this blog was that in January she was driving whilst intoxicated and crashed Axel’s car. While their injuries were minimal, she was subsequently charged.
Well, in a relationship where the drama just keeps on giving, Axel told us on his birthday that his girlfriend had dumped him that morning.
Today he actually told us on discord that he’s not speaking to his brother right now because, when his girlfriend (now ex) dumped him, she started dating his brother.
Some people are like magnets for drama.
He’s been in a bummer of a mood the past few weeks though. I kind of figured he was just sad that he was lonely again. Turns out there was an extra blow to his all-too-tiny-of-an ego when his ex started dating his brother.
My manager, who does not know that I met with a head hunter last week, notified me this morning that I am getting a raise. She said she wanted me to know how much she appreciates me and the value that I bring to the company and that she knows I’m overqualified for the position I’m presently working. She said that she hopes this raise will show a small token of her appreciation. She said the raise will be reflected on my next pay cheque.
I mean… awesome! I’m not going to say no to more money.
Weird that it comes immediately following my meeting with a head hunter.
Part of me wonders if she knows. I didn’t say anything and I haven’t seen any connections between her and the headhunter. Part of me wonders if she knows, though. It’s all too close together to be a coincidence, no?
I have a meeting with a headhunter tomorrow about a position with a company that has sought me out.
This whole situation has me so dumbfounded.
Clearly I’ve done something right. They want me to accept a job offer. It’s not me pitching to them. They have to pitch me. Me. Me? Me!
At 10:00 pm Sunday night I decided it was the perfect time to wash and peel grapes.
After washing and peeling said grapes, I wanted to put them in the freezer, wash the sink out and then head to bed.
I washed my sink with dish soap because… why not? It’s soap. It’s right there.
This morning I came downstairs to make my morning coffee and the grapes were still on my counter, not in the freezer. Confused, I opened the freezer door and saw my dish soap in the freezer, not on the counter.
I washed out the sink and then put my dish soap in the freezer.
Yea, that’s how I started my week.
Feels like a Monday.
I was approached by a corporate head hunter this week.
There’s a position at a company they’re interested in having me fill.
At first I didn’t understand what was going on, but I did clue in after hearing ‘they’re interested’. So my question turned from ‘what’s happening’ to ‘why me’?
There’s probably 10,000 people in this city in the same line of work as myself. It’s not as if marketing is a ‘specialized’ career path. It’s not as if communications is a ‘specialized’ career path. Sure some people are good at it and some are average, but why me? There’s probably a lot of people who are good at it.
It can’t hurt to have a meeting and hear them out.
I mean, I have a job and I like my job, but I’ve also been told at my job that there’s no room for growth. If this could offer me that, don’t I owe it to myself to, at the very least, consider it?
Besides that, there’s no harm in considering it. I haven’t committed to anything.
I’m just dumbfounded at the whole situation.
Why me? Why not one of the other 9,999 people in this city who are in the same line of work?
I’m oddly confused that they sought me out. I’m also oddly proud. They sought me out. I didn’t go to them, they came and they found me. That’s a cool feeling.
This is a weird feeling.
I’ve never had someone approach me before with respect to a position. I’ve submitted my resume for consideration. I’ve never had someone come to me and say ‘Hey, you interested? We are.’
I’m oddly excited and nervous. What does this mean? They want me? Why me?
I will say, that does make me feel pretty damn proud of myself.
I have a brother, sister-in-law and niece who live in Denmark. They’re having a baby in August and they just found out it’s going to be a girl! Anyways, this morning we were chatting via face time and my brother was showing me how his toddler is already comfortable riding a horse.
She started yelling “Go Vee, Go Vee” and then kicking in the motion people do when they’re trying to get horses to take off running.
I laughed because I thought she was confused. Three year old’s, they can get confused from time to time.
Anyways, she wasn’t confused.
She named her horse after me.
Isn’t that cute?
My brother said she named it after me because it has long blonde hair like me, so she says it looks like me.
Apparently I look like a horse.
I’m sure in her mind that’s a compliment. Me… well, let’s just say I don’t love the idea of looking like a horse. haha!
I’m so thankful for technology that allows me to connect with them on the other side of the world. Looking forward to it one day being safe for me to go there, see my niece, likely meet my new niece (as I don’t think I’ll be going before August) and my namesake… the horse with the long blonde hair.
Oh, also, when we were chatting on face time I noticed there was snow. In Denmark. In April. To the Danes who read this blog, I hope you’re enjoying your snow day. Mother nature must be confused!
I think that every man should have to, in their lifetime, wear a bra.
What? What a bizarre thing for me to say, I know.
They should have to walk into a store and blindly guess as to what size would ‘fit them’ (and I use that term loosely because, if you’re a woman you know most/all bras don’t really fit anyway) and they should have to wear it.
You know, if they wanted to go above and beyond and go to someone to get measured for said bra, I wouldn’t be against that.
It’s a learning experience, one that I think even if just tested for a day, could allow men valuable insights into a struggle us women know all too well. There are certain experiences we go through in life as women at that men pretend they know about that they really have no idea. Maybe having to spend a day wandering around in an uncomfortable bra could show them 1/100th of who we are.
The meeting went really great.
It was unlike anything I’ve ever experience before. By that I mean that I’ve dealt with agreements and arrangements that are supposed to stay hush-hush, but I’ve never actually been involved with something that’s completely confidential and classified to the extent that I can’t even tell my coworkers.
A few weeks back I mentioned that I was hoping to expand the reach of the company (here) and if this deal goes through, that could triple… possibly even quadruple the reach I’ve been aiming for.
I don’t want to get my hopes up, but my hopes are up.
I want this.
It’s funny, this is something that is so hush-hush, I don’t even think I could tell my family. It’s not like I could ever have bragging rights for it, at least no publicly. But I want personal bragging rights. I want to be able to stand in front of the mirror and say ‘yeah, I did that’.
As of right now, it’s more like ‘yeah, we’re half way there’.
Now I’m going to enjoy the office being closed for Easter. I’ve got a few days planned of doing absolutely nothing.
Something’s coming on Thursday. Something that’s really important to me.
I’m nervous. I’m anxious that I’m going to screw it up. I’m keenly aware that no matter how prepared I could, or will be, come Thursday… it’s likely not prepared enough.
Sometimes I feel like an imposter. I wonder how these things just magically seem to fall into my lap. Did I do this? Does the universe know that I can handle this? Or is this all some sort of a cruel joke to remind me that I shouldn’t get my hopes up?
Regardless of the reason why it’s coming, Thursday is coming fast. I cannot shake this uneasy feeling in my stomach. While this isn’t going to break my career, it could possibly make my career, if I play my cards right. There’s a lot on the line, I guess you could say. While there’s nothing to lose, if I don’t win it could feel like a serious loss.
Can I do this?
Am I capable?
Am I worthy?
Why is it that I’m doubting myself so hard? Where is my confidence when I need it?