Oh Angel Spun......

I'm so sorry you have to go thru the breakup with your boyfriend.  But you do deserve better.  I've posted a topic in your honor on the Letting Your Hair Down board. 

Hold your head up high and move forward with your life.

Angel Spun,

(((hugs)))  I feel relieved for you.  That man was not making you happy at all and you didn't need that #$%! Especially the drug use.  In my youth I lived with a drug addict/dealer. It was a bad point in my life that is long gone. 

I see this as a new begining for you.  You will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes!

Buddha bless!

((((((((((((((((((EVERYBODY!!!))))))))))))))))))))

You guys are really amazing.

Novusfemina: For my version of Snowy's Deep Moisture Treatment, I use nearly double the amount of aloe vera gel, and whatever deep moisturizing conditioner that I happen to have lying around at the time. Cones or not.
   For the moment, I'll be using the remnants of my Suave 3 Minute Recovery for Snowy's Treatments. After that's gone, I'll probably use a Pantene treatment of some sort. I haven't had any problems whatsoever with Pantene curdling. It works like a dream.

And thanx for the compliment. It's true, that guy just wasn't up to par for me. He certainly wasn't the first. Now I am indeed taking time when I can to do little things for myself because I know that I need it.

BB: Thanx for the thread, the sympathy and the compliment. Moving forward is the only option, because you certainly can't go back!

Curlgirl64: Thank you so much. I've taken some of the $$ that would have been used for next month's rent and bought a few small things that I've passionately wanted for some time. Not sure if that really counts as "spoiling myself," but I'll try more in the future.  

Lisabelle: LOL Swearing is just so much funnier when it's censored, don't you think?    You're right about my not being happy with him, and I'm relieved as well just not to have to deal with any of it anymore.
   I'm sorry about your junkie ex. That is no fun at all. I'm glad that both of us were able to shake off that dead weight. I love the mention of the Phoenix, too. Very encouraging.

Trisha: Thanx for the hug. One can never get (or give) too many of those.  

Well, I met with the AVP after my shift was over yesterday. He doesn't know me very well, but seems to be extremely impressed (I honestly have no idea why). He showered me again with praise and compliments to my work and my demeanour, and informed me that I will indeed be promoted to full time, receive another raise and benefits, and that I can still keep my position at the reception desk so my mother doesn't have to find a replacement. I'll work my usual shift at the reception desk and fill in the rest of the day in Customer Service. And I will now be getting commission.  

It's a lot to take in, but supposedly it's all going to happen within the next few weeks. He still has to make arrangements with Human Resources...but they'll listen to him & accomodate. That's just the kind of person he is, and I have a great respect and appreciation for him.

He also talked to me about his own daughter, who is about my age and also divorced and struggling to get by. He himself is also the same age as my father. So a lot of this is paternal sympathy. I suppose one advantage of being the youngest administrative associate is that everyone else looks out for me as if I was one of their own children.

As for the breakup, I had a voice message on my phone this morning from my now ex-boyfriend saying that he wants to know what's going on financially. HA! If he thinks I'm shelling out one more sorry cent for that smoky old ghetto apartment that I'm no longer staying in, he can think again! We haven't spoken since about Sunday, so he wants to know what's going on. I'll leave him a note, I suppose.

It's been a real pain loading and unloading my car so many times in 100+ heat and suffocating humidity. It's just a disgusting feeling to sweat that much and never completely dry.    My car is a needed and welcome sanctuary of a/c and Radiohead tunes.  

As for my hair, I'm still using Restoratives. Washing and conditioning the heck out of it every day. Treating whenever I have the time...because that won't last long.    Things are going to be much different after moving back in with my family. I don't have time to elaborate, but you'll know what I mean soon enough.

Today I did sort of a WCCC....with Pantene Restoratives shampoo, Deep Fortifying Treatment for an hour, Restoratives conditioner and then my cousin's Mane & Tail conditioner. Hair is incredibly soft, and I guess I don't really need a trim all that badly.  

All I've managed to unpack from my car today were my CD towers, which were completely covered with dust and spiderwebs. I took all of my CD's out of them and washed them in the shower. Now they're dying, surrounded by many open windows. I need to clean all of my CD's, too. They're almost as gross. Things just got neglected in that apartment because nothing in it was ever clean. And if I bothered to clean something, it certainly wouldn't stay that way long.
   UGH! He's so dirty. My ex, I mean. He just lived such a dirty life. I'm relieved every day that I am no longer a part of it, surrounded by such intolerable filth. Not that I ever felt like "part of it" by any means.

Well, it's just about time for me to head off to work. My manicure things are still in the car so I'll just do my nails at the office....they're scary long and dreadful-looking. I'll bring one of my velour scrunchies today, too, so I can actually put my hair up. With all that I have going on lately, it's just stupid to leave it down.

Alright, more later perhaps.

Oh Angel--

I'm so sorry that you're having to go through all this....but I'm not sorry that it's finally over.  I could go on but it's none of my business.  I'll only say you deserve better, don't settle.

Thanks! 

Got a call from a customer today who had a drrrreamy British accent and a last name of Payne. *gasp...swoon...faint* After transfering his call, I went whirling about the office all aflutter. GAWD, I'm such a chick! hehe But being a switchboard operator is not without its perks.  


Tee hee!  The worlds full of neat accents eh?  We've got everything here you name it! You would have a ball!  My fav is swedish, it's so cute!  It can sould so sweet!  Even the swears are not too nasty sounding...

GAWD! Did you know I had to wait almost 5 freaking minutes just for this page to load?!    Gotta love dial-up.

Lisabelle: hehehe @ Swedish swearing. I always suspected the chef from the Muppets had a secret case of tourrettes syndrome. Hmmm... 

Curlgirl: "The Rebirth Of Angel Spun." I like that.    Unfortunately, for the moment, it feels like anything but. It's only my 4th day back in my parents' house and I'm already going crazy...I don't even know why.    Maybe things will settle down for me once all of the crap from other rooms in the house are taken out of mine and I can finally move around in there. Maybe when I have a new stereo and my own computer...when everything gets "settled."

Was able to get away with doing a treatment on Wednesday because everyone else in the house was gone. I used my Pantene Intensive Moisturizing Mask for the usual hour. Then followed with Breakage Defense conditioner (had already used the shampoo in the shower).
    I won't be able to do any sort of treatments when anyone is home, so they're going to be sporadic. That's exactly what I'd been dreading. As crappy as my former apartment life was, I at least had the freedom to do whatever I wished (ie. with my hair) whenever I wished. I could do any sort of treatment whenever I had time to do so without catching you-know-what from anyone.
    That isn't the case here, as I knew it wouldn't be. It never has been. I have to be very careful about what I do and covering my tracks when I do it. Hair treatments are only a small part of the equation.

Still training the hips with only a week left. I'll be honest - I haven't stuck to the routine nearly as much as I would've liked, but there has just been so much going on. Besides, my hips haven't seemed to suffer any. They're still trimming down nicely.

A co-worker came into my office today to harrass me a bit, since he hadn't in awhile. He said that I looked so much skinnier than the last time he saw me. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or offended. I mean, it's not like I was a total heiffer the last time he was in my office. Well, I was for me, but no one in that office knows what I used to look like. It's not like I've suddenly dropped 10 lbs. or something.    Alright, I'm overanalyzing. Shut up, Angel.

There is a cool, unexpected bonus to moving back into my old neighbourhood. On the fitness end, I mean. I can go for my nightly power walks again, as I used to the last time I lived there. Cardio is your friend!
    I couldn't do that in the city for all of the weird $#!% that was always out on the street at night. Poor air quality combined with all sorts of illegal stuff...you name it, it happened out there. Not a safe, ideal environment for night walks, needless to say.

When my cardio month comes up, I'll probably start walking again. We'll see if that helps this poor old body readjust. God, it's been through so much...

Anyway, got a call from another British customer today. His accent was so lovely, I didn't even mind that he was calling 3 minutes before closing time. I transferred his call swooning, with one hand pressed to my heart. *sigh* 

In other news, I find that I'm becoming more and more comfortable with anger. I know that probably isn't good, but I'm growing steadily less tolerant of everything. There's this constant angry undertone in everything I do. Lately, it's been manifesting itself in short bursts of lyrics and extremely vague melodies. Most of it will probably materialize as terribly dark and angst-ridden poetry, as per usual. Of course, I realize that this is all terribly gothic.    It's almost like being in high school all over again. Ha.

Speaking of Brits and angst-ridden songs, a Radiohead CD awaits me in the car, and I've stayed in this office long enough to wait out the rush-hour traffic. Sadly, most of my time here has been spent waiting for these bloody pages to load.    Technology is our friend.

Heading home now. More later. Peace.