Dear Sir

If I do something to upset you as a friend, you would tell me right?

If I said or did something you would let me know, and not just….ignore me….cut me out….right?

Because unlike some people I know, I’m sure that you would at least yell at me, or point out what i had done wrong.

Right?

It’s not something that people usually keep to themselves, mainly because they want to let the other person know just what they’re thinking.

and I thought you were a decent person.

That you were nice and kind and helpful and generous.

So what was it all for?

What was the point?

If you were going to build a friendship, make me believe we would have a good time together…

…and then ignore me? Delete my comments when I try to reach out. Ignore my attempts to get hold of you?

What is the point?

And quite frankly if you don’t want to be my friend, I won’t push it. It’s not like I didn’t get on without you before.

All I want to know….is WHY? Why the sudden change with no explanation.

I think I deserve that much at least.

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I am a travel agent…

I am a travel agent…. I have advance degrees in accounting, public relations, marketing, business building, computer science, civil engineering, and Swahili.

I am a travel agent…. Of course I remember the reservation you booked six years ago, even though you don’t have a confirmation number and you think it was made under a last name that begins with a T.

I am a travel agent…. It’s no problem for me to give you seven connecting non-smoking poolside suites with 2 king beds and 4 rollaway in each, and yes, it is my fault that the hotel does not have a helicopter pad.

I am a travel agent…. I speak all languages and have visited every destination.

I am a travel agent…. It’s obvious to me when you book your reservation for Friday, you really mean Saturday.

I am a travel agent…. My company has entrusted me with financial information, and yet I can’t tell you why your hotel bill for March 1989 had a 50p phone call because, of course, you shouldn’t have to pay for calls.

I am a travel agent….I understand that Joe Blow Ltd. is a vast empire and will make or break my agency.

I am a travel agent…. Yes, I am lying when I say there are no seats left at the lowest price.

I am a travel agent…. No, it’s not a problem for me to quickly construct several more guest rooms at the hotel you want and this time I will not forget the helicopter landing pad!

I am a travel agent…. I am capable of checking fares for three people, taking five reservations and answering fifteen calls simultaneously.

I am a travel agent…. I always know where to find the best vegetarian, kosher, halal and Mongolian barbecue restaurants.

I am a travel agent…. I know exactly what to do in all cities without spending money.

I am a travel agent…. I take responsibility for airline food, traffic jams, rental car flat tires, weather, hotel locations, and the national economy.

I am a travel agent…. Of course I can fit you into the hotel at the special corporate rate because you are affiliated with the Blackburn North Lawn Bowls club.

I am a travel agent… I am never offended when I spend 10 hours researching a 12 day Europe itinerary only to hear you say you “booked it yourself over the internet and saved $$!”

I am a travel agent… I love when people walk up to me at parties and out of the blue expect me to know the latest airlines fares from Melbourne to Ibiza via Byron Bay, the Maldives and Nairobi “off the top of my head”.

I am a travel agent… I love that everyone assumes I get to travel everywhere for free and when I do get to take advantage of a perk people act like it is a sin against nature.

I am a travel agent… Don’t bother telling me any dates or cities since I’m a mind reader and already have the reservation in my crystal ball before you can tell me.

I smile, empathize, sympathize, console, cajole, up-sell, down-sell, cross-sell, perform, sing, dance, make coffee and fix the printer………………

 

Work Christmas Party (part 2)

We had our Christmas party for work on Saturday night…

We went to a local pub for dinner and open tab on the bar. BF came along. He doesn’t drink, which is fine. He had gingerbeer all night. Early on it was fairly uneventful. I ordered the nachos which were on the entree menu but when I got them they were huge. I couldn’t finish it all. I drunk all night and listened to BF talk to workmates about TV shows, and sci-fi books of which I had no interest. Everyone had brought along their partners. And at about 11.00 T’s partner  wanted to leave. She wanted T to come with her, but he stayed. When we finally got away the group had been reduced to myself, T, B, A and D.
As B’s partner was leaving she yelled out “Don’t get into any trouble”

We made our way down to the C and B. Now, for part of the night I had been thinking about T in a way I shouldn’t be. Because we both have partners. I think it was the drink, and the fact we weren’t in a work situation, because I would never cheat on BF or anything, and it’s not the same now that we are back at work again. I also have times where I freak out and I think that we are too serious for how young we are and what if I’m making a mistake etc etc. And I tend to lean towards older men when I am thinking this. T is 31, 11 years older than I. The last person I was thinking like this with was 9 years older. It doesn’t help that they aren’t bad looking. I’ve not acted on it at all. and I’m never thinking relationships either. I am thinking no-strings-attached kind of thing. and I shouldn’t be thinking like this! But I can’t help it. I don’t want to break up with BF because I love him, but maybe I’m bored? I’m bored with how monotomous our relationship is? How he never tries that much anymore. How we never go out at all? How it feels so much like husband and wife in their 40s it’s not funny. I want to go out and party. But he’s always working nights (night manager in our building) so we don’t go out together plus he doesn’t like that atmosphere anyway. And maybe that’s where the thoughts come sneaking in. I want someone who will come out and have fun with me, but I know that person isn’t going to be BF.

And then, and then…there was that look, that look that shouldn’t have happened…

When we got to the Cock + Bull we got in and went straight to the drinks. I drunk more drinks in a hour than I have before, and still did not get even slightly tipsy. My alcoholic tolerance was a lot higher than it should have been.
T is quite tall, so when we go drunk he started getting all army and leggy, quite like a praying mantis. I spent half of the time we were there just laughing into my drink. They are freakin’ funny as drunk. Got up and danced a bit with this wicked as cover band. They finished their set with Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody so we were dancing in a line with our arms around each other. D, me, B and T. We broke off at the end of the song, D went to get another drink, T kept clapping and clapping and B…well he tried to kiss me. I bent over backwards to get away, and it was an amazing display of gymnastics that I managed to bend back and straighten up again. He left pretty quick after that. Went to get another drink. I’m sure it was the drink.
After the band the scene kinda died. A, D and B were having a smoke outside. T came out of the bathroom looking a little worse for wear, and we went out to join them. T decided that given his present state (smashed and likely to barf) he would head home, and A decided he would too. A friend from course last year had been texting me and telling me to meet up with him at a club down town, so I said I’d be heading there and that’s where I wanted my taxi to go. D and B came with me too. When we go to the club, I went in and saw my friend and then took off to the dance floor with B. He was getting a bit touchy/feely (tried to kiss me again), but I wasn’t going to do anything, and I figured, he could stay with me and keep outta trouble, or he could go and get himself into trouble. Plus, I was fairly sure he wouldn’t remember anything. They didn’t last long and left after a bit. It was just me and college friend, and I left at about 4am (he was still going strong, good luck to him!).

I was worried it would be awkward with B at work today, but he doesn’t remember anything after the cock and bull so that’s fine. It’s all normal. Safe to say, I didn’t tell BF about B. I don’t think it would have gone down well, and it’s not like that happens all the time, but he wouldn’t want me going out thinking that it was going to happen again.

If I was any kind of sensible I would stop drinking alcohol – but I’m not that sensible – I am only 19 after all!!

Work Christmas Party (part 1)

Now, in my brief work history I’ve been to a few Work Christmas Parties, and in general, I like them, I have a good time, and I wish the next day that I hadn’t drunk that much.

There was one year I was the only employee to work the day after. It was a Saturday and I managed the shop for the business. Sometimes it was busy, most of the time, it was dead.

We went out that night to the night trots. They had free beer and wine, a meal, and dancing after races had finished. Alcohol for me seems to be something that loosens my tongue. It’s like it’s not me. I talk a lot. I dance (which isn’t all that bad, I do like dancing, and I dance, I don’t stumble on the floor).
I also do dumb things.
I’m not a smoker, but I was outside with Thomas and Peter at BFs 21st. Thomas ran inside and gave Peter his ciggy. Peter was smoking it, but bum puffing, not properly and it was pissing off my drunk mind. So I grabbed it off him and showed him how to smoke properly. For someone who doesn’t smoke it came surprisinly easy. I’m not saying I have NEVER smoked, I tried it once or twice in high school and it just didn’t sit right with me. I still don’t understand why people do that.
Anyway, as I was showing Peter how to do it, BF came out and saw me and got really upset. REALLY upset. He doesn’t drink, so he was totally sober, and it wasn’t the drunk upset which was a bit over the top I think. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but well, I was talking a lot and he calmed down and let me share his bed (how nice of him).

So at this particular Christmas party I was drinking my fair share and dancing, and bugging one of the work guys to dance with me. oooh the shame. I would never had badgered like that under normal circumstances. AND THEN when we were on the way home, and I realised he hadn’t danced I hit him. A friendly hit, but we weren’t friends enough that I should have done that. I’m way to friendly when I’m drunk. The next morning I paid for it. I was so sick. I was so tried. I still had to get up and work. I didn’t actually do much work that day, and the boss didn’t mind. Well neither of them (husband and wife) showed their faces after I went to work.

I have learnt that it’s not a good idea to have your photo taken when you are drunk.

We had our Christmas party for work on Saturday night…

Like my christmas theme?

I like Christmas. Best time of year. That and my birthday, which happen to be within a week of each other. So all year I look forward to Chirsssmasbirfday and then it’s all over. And I have a whole year to wait until I receive more pressies. I sound spoilt but really, I’m not.

You know when you’ve wanted to get something, but it’s a bit luxurious or you just can’t afford it right now. And then friends and family ask “what do you want for your birthday? What do you want for Christmas?” and you tell them that. Well generally people are asked twice a year, I get asked once. And so I admit, I try and milk it. Doesn’t work out that well because my birthday is AFTER Christmas, not before. Most people have forgotten, and spent their money, so they get me gift vouchers. Always with the gift vouchers, or the $40 cheque from one set of grandparents. I’ve received the same thing since I turned 13.

I was tempted to wear a Santa hat to work this morning but I am nicer than that. Some people are just grinchy. Take a guy I work with for instance. Didn’t take to the flashing Santa hats that were on display at our work function on Saturday night. Where is your Christmas spirit?!