I hate how people can make me want to cry. I have run the gamut of emotions today. I woke up feeling a bit nervous. Went to have my blood taken for some tests. The guy at Sullivan and Nicolades is a genius. Martin. Wonderful man. Friendly, talkative, happy, great at taking blood. I have difficult veins and he is fantastic at making my veins produce enough blood to fill three small vials. Others have stabbed me eight times, or sent me away to try a different nurse another day. But Martin, genius, he’s brilliant. So after such a pleasant experience I was in a good mood.
For the rest of the day I managed to get my code to do my bidding, so I was quite pleased with that. Still in good mood.
Then I went to my solicitor. Now this may come as a shock, but the reason I havn’t been blogging with usual frequency is that I am in the process of buying a unit. I submitted an offer and it got accepted and I went to the solicitor to sign the contract and on the first page it lists the body corporate. Something twinges, I borrow the solicitors calculator. It turns out the fees are significantly more than that advertised by the owner. So I put off signing until tomorrow.
I ring the owner to ask if there was a typo or if she got a discount or what the deal was, and she starts to yell at me. Why havn’t I signed the contract yet. She accepted my offer on Monday morning. If I’m not going to buy I’m wasting her time. She wants a signed contact by tomorrow or else she’ll advertise the room over Easter. I pointed out to her that it was not my solicitor who had the dodgy fax machine that delayed my offer 2 days.
So obviously this puts me in a bad mood. I’m not going to be rushed into a life decision like this.
Coral was there though to give me a hug and give me advice. What a great friend I have there. She thought maybe I could amend the offer.
So I go back to work in a terrible mood, and fail to think to the best of my abilities, leave soon after and get ready to go out and drive into the valley. Landa convinced me to try speed dating again. But as soon as we got there she was like “Crap, let’s get out of here”, soon after a guy walks up to us and offers to buy us a drink. He actually went out with Landa for a bit.
Meh, the night is picking up. Cute guys, 8 minutes focused on me, lovin it. Then I get to Landa’s ex. They had just finished having a yelling match in their 8 minutes. Then… it’s my turn. The reason guys don’t want to date me is because I’m not sexy. Guy’s don’t go for a girls personality these days. It’s all about looks, and you don’t have it. Look at these other girls around here, you need to wear more makeup. Low cut tops, do your nails, pierce your ears and wear earings. You’re too much of a nerd and that is not a good thing. Are you wearing lipstick? You need to wear contacts, those glasses are terrible, maybe get black square frames.
Suddenly I’m back to feeling like shit. And I couldn’t seem to shake it for the rest of the night. I’m never going to do one of these things again. Landa would have to offer me a pretty significant bribe.
And to top the night off the cab driver taking us back to Landa’s got lost and Landa gave him a tip. You give someone a tip for a -good- job. Not for getting lost and charging more money because of their incompetence. So Landa and I had a fight about that on the way up the stairs.
What a rollercoaster. I shouldn’t let other people affect me so much so that I wish for a car to mow me down crossing the street. I wish I could go back to this morning when I was happy.
