My Baby's Day...

I decided to take the day off; I didn’t want to step into the real world from such a wonderful weekend. This past weekend was My Guy’s birthday. The actual day was Sunday (11/15), I didn’t have too much planned for the weekend since he has his son, but I did plan something special for Sunday. I have a friend who works at a nice restaurant here in Dallas called The Capital Grille and asked her to hook us up with the royal treatment.

During that day he had no clue what was in store for him. He played golf during the day while I planned for our evening. Dinner was set for 6:00pm, I drove and while in my car I made him put on blindfolds. As we pulled up to the restaurant I had the valet leave him in the car while I quietly had his birthday cake put away. I took a sneak peeked at our table which was beautiful. She has a big balloon, confetti, candles, and a six-pack of his favorite beer chilled in an ice bucket. I went back to my car to retrieve my guest of honor (still blindfolded) and walked him to our table.

As we stood in front our table I removed the blindfolds and he was pleasantly surprise to see our friend (who also served us) and the wonderful birthday display. I am still stuffed from all of the food we ate. Dinner was fabulous we dinned on a six-course meal and plenty of drinks flowing throughout the night. Even though the restaurant was somewhat crowded, it felt like only the two of us were there. He loved his surprise and the other gifts I gave him that day, but what I think we both enjoyed was experiencing another memory together.

So as a result of having a great weekend with my love, I opted out on returning so fast to the corp. bullshit waiting…

Hump Day...

Happy to be home after a long workday, it wasn’t too bad today and I even got the pleasure of seeing one of my bad managers get checked by our department head. I guess rather than let the two get the best of me, I am trying to figure out how to control my attitude and just remain cool. I just don’t understand how people can be so unhappy and insecure that they have to attempt to bring others down to their hell. I can tell their so much lacking in their lives outside of the office, that the only way they feel in power is when dealing with me. But unfortunately this girl has been and will be going places these two can only dream of experiencing.

I am currently reading a book “ 17 Principle to Success” by Napoleon Hill. It’s been my balance the past few days. I’ve got to remember to work on me and not worry about these two fools.

Day 1...

So today I started my new “eating plan”. I am seeing my family for Thanksgiving and I want to tighten up a little bit these days. Truth is told I’ve been reviewing some recent photos of myself and I can see the weight gain. On a daily basis I guess in my head I’ve become accustomed to what I see and even though some clothes are more fit than others, I kept eating however I felt. Well today, is all about change.

I am a foodie and I love to eat. But I have to remember I am not 15 years old and the body isn’t agreeing with my eating habits. My Guy is unbelievably supportive of me and never makes me feel undesirable. However, I know what I look like at my best and I need to find that woman ASAP. But it’s hard to go healthy. Not only is it freaking expensive but in some cases time consuming. For instance, I am trying out an eggplant recipe and it’s taking me like 2 hours to freaking eat. I am so starving, the food is now cooling off but damn it I could have had a quick and easier meal an hour and a half ago.

Here’s to day a successful day one and a healthier 13 more days ☺

Things on My Mind...

Today I wanted to enjoy a day of doing nothing and as I sit around doing nothing, my mind is consumed with many thoughts. I am happy it’s the weekend and I get 48 hours to myself, only to start it all over again on Monday morning. When did life become all about dreading a Monday and looking forward to a Friday? Work is going pretty good overall but it’s a constant battle of maintaining my sanity and not letting others bother me. I am currently in search of a local female mentor and preferably one who is African American and works in my industry. The quest is appearing harder than I thought, but really to no surprise.

I work in commercial real estate and I have always been the “one”. But I am determined to find a woman in Dallas who is dynamic in this game. I am particularly interested because at this point I feel I need some advice/encouragement from someone who is directly playing the same game. I am having a hard time conforming to some of the ways of Corporate America, not to mention the subtle hints of racism I am often encountering. More importantly, I just need to be around women who enjoy what we do as well as who are great at their jobs.

My Guy and I are doing well but there are times when I question, “If I am truly ready?”. I love him with all of my heart and he makes me completely happy. However, I wonder if minor things will eventually become turn offs to me. The main issue is his dog. I am not a dog person and I have been somewhat forced to love his dog. I enjoy Peanut; he’s a sweet dog (a datsun). But I don’t want to live with a dog. He promised his niece that he would not get rid of the dog and he’s not feeling my idea of returning him to his niece. Is a dog a deal breaker for me?

A part of me wonders am I being selfish or should I stand my ground. We’re not moving in together any time soon, but it is the next step in our relationship. Besides the dog we are also going back and forth on where to live still. I don’t want to live in the suburbs because of the longer commute to work. I don’t want to live with a dog. So what is a girl to do? I understand relationships are about compromise, but what are my limits??

Another Day for a Freaking $1.00

Thank God it’s almost Friday! This week has kicked my ass in a major way. This post is about my frustrations at work as I anxiously wait to attend another weekly property management meeting. Don’t get me wrong; I love my job, the people I work with, and the future opportunities. But I DISLIKE two of my four managers. The fact that I assist four people is a subject for another day but the fact that two of them get on my fucking nerve is making me my own worst enemy.

Let’s quickly describe these two characters whom I will refer to in future posts (yes, there will be more) by nicknames. Ms. Black, who isn’t an African American woman but she wears the color black EVERYDAY. She’s arrogant and even condescending. I find it ironic that she tries to appear uppity yet she’s quite simple and country (in hickish way). She only talks to me when she needs something, and this is usually via email. She doesn’t give me any tasks that require more than one brain cell. She’s also the world’s definition of micromanager. It’s to the point where I don’t want to do shit for her. She talks to me (via email) like I am a freaking retard or GED recipient, yet she has little to no higher educational background. As her assistant property manager I know NOTHING about her properties. She keeps all of this information stored in her little black box. However, an unexpected turn of events happened last Friday, which required her to be out the entire week (this week). So guess who has to run the show in her absence? ME, well perhaps if Ms. Black/Insecure would keep me informed on a daily basis; I wouldn’t have gotten 50 emails from her this past Sunday to get me up to speed.

So all week, I’ve been busting my ass doing all of these random ass bullshit assignments while she’s away. The good thing is I handle the job and took care of business. I am sure come next week, I’ll be back to making her file labels, which I did incorrectly (another story). Im sorry my MBA program didn’t teach nor quiz me on how to create file labels. However, I can analyze the hell out of any company’s financial statements, lol.

Manager number 2: Ms. Retard. This one is a piece of work. This is the laziest woman I’ve ever worked under. This whoreface gives me EVERYTHING. I am quite sure she looks through her “things to do” list just to see what she can pawn off to me. But I thank Ms. Retard for teaching me how to do your job. She’s been with our company a little over a year and how she keeps her job, who the hell knows? So she doesn’t have an office (no room) so she sits in the cubes with us (other assistants). Ms. Retard holds private and personal conversations everyday and all day. I know more about this retard than I ever want to know. She talks about everything from her dysfunctional relationship, her financial troubles, badass kids, and bailing family members out of jail. What puzzles me is why would you let sensitive info about you be overheard in our office? Dumb whore! The other day she really pissed me off, she kept talking about how “she has nothing to do, I’m bored”, yet sending me emails of bullshit things to do. It’s a serious question of: is she really this fucking dumb or does she truly not give a damn?

Either way, these two pieces of trash are making me crazy. I swear it’s so hard to not let them get to me. I won’t say they know fully how much they get under my skin. But I am defiantly not friendly with them as I am with everyone else. I have never been one to fake the funk. I am cordial and professional, but I will never shoot the shit with either one of these two. Everyday I have remind myself to stay focus and not let these devils attempt to block my blessings. But damn where do they find these people? Even worst, how they hell did they get a little bit of authority??

A Very Happy Birthday to Me :)

My how the month of September flew by. It’s been a week and a day exactly since my birthday and Mexico trip. There aren’t even words to describe how great turning 30 is. I am still in shock that I am 30 years old (lol), but it’s a great feeling. I feel like a woman now. I feel a new level of wisdom and sophistication, yet there’s so much more to learn and experience. This was indeed the best birthday to date. Playa del Carmen was beautiful and I felt like I was on my honeymoon. My Guy did a great job of showing me how loved I am. This was our first “real” trip together and I can honestly say I could do this with him forever.

I don’t want to give every detail but I will share some highlights. The day of my birthday we had breakfast out by the beach and hung out in the pool. We returned to our room and there was our bed covered with rose peddles. The roses were arranged in the shape of a heart with two swans kissing. In between those two swans was a cute little blue box from Tiffany’s. No, it wasn’t an engagement ring, lol. It was the key to his heart, a part of the Tiffany’s key collection. On the night before (Friday) we had a 3-hour romantic massage for two in our room.

I guess my new womanly feeling is a sense of being in real love. I enjoy living our love story. Even with the few bad things that happen in our lives, together we conquer all.

September

Today is the first day of September, many may say big deal, but this is my birthday month and I am freaking turning 30. A few months ago, I was a little uneasy about turning 30. But I am digging the new decade upon me. My birthday is September 19th and I will be spending this significant birthday with my significant other. We’re going to Mexico. At first, I was a little apprehensive about going south of the border due to media propaganda. However, after hearing from a few people who have recently went out there, the trip was set.

We’re staying at an all-inclusive resort in Playa Del Carmen, and I am too excited. I am not excited about just the trip, but I am turning 30. I feel like I am finally starting to get “it”. I suddenly feel like I am beginning to live the life I am meant to have. My 20’s were all about trial and many errors. I won’t pretend I have the answers now (not at all). But I love the confidence and sense of balance I have now. On the vain side, I love that I don’t look 30 (the amazement when I say how old I am).