Hence the reason why it’s taken me so long to blog. My apologies to those who read regularly and have been expecting to see another entry before now. Things have been hectic.
Now that the new year is here I’ve stepped up the job search and have already sent in a couple of applications. Who knew they’d be so time-consuming? One of them I won’t hear back from as interviews are for this Friday and if I didn’t hear anything by this past Monday I knew that would be a non-starter.
Over the weekend I filled out another application. As soon as I put the finishing touches to that on Monday afternoon I had to do an aptitude test, which was another hour and 15 minutes. It’s a good thing I had taken the day off my Other Job to complete my assignment as it was due yesterday. After that was done then came the job application immediately followed by the aptitude test, it appeared as soon as I submitted my application online. I can’t remember when I’ve ever done one so all I can do is cross my fingers. The deadline is not until this coming Sunday so if I do hear anything it won’t be until next week. Given the job market situation at the moment I expect the response to this particular job to be immense. We’ll see.
Meanwhile I’ve started working out. That’s right, you heard me, I’ve joined the countless masses that have thrown themselves into getting fit for the new year. It is something I’ve been promising myself for a while and there’s no more procrastinating. I only hope it’s not going to fall by the wayside and the dvd becomes a coaster for my morning coffee. Although I’m eating a lot more healthier than I did over two years ago, for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to work out and I’m not sure why. Laziness I suppose. But I have the time (in the mornings unless I have work) and I’ve no more excuses.
You should’ve seen me when I did it for the first time last week. There I was, looking like a right ‘nana. Seriously, I must’ve looked like a banana. I had my big yellow Spongebob t-shirt on with black cut-off trackie bottoms. Brown both ends and yellow in the middle. Yep, a right bruised banana. So this week I dug out some old work-out gear that I haven’t worn since my regular days at the gym ten years ago. The top barely fits but that’s okay as it’s tight enough to stops my boobs from whacking me in the face everytime I make an attempt at jumping.
Today’s work-out was hilarious. The cat was eyeing me quizically the whole time I was working out and when I was flat out on the floor during the Legs, Bums and Tums section of the dvd, she jumped down off the window sill and trotted over to me, miaowing and pawing at me, as if to question why I’m flat out on my back with my legs in the air sweating bullets. If cats could laugh she’d have been in hysterics. I’m sure she was having a chortle inside.
Apart from wanting to get fit for the new year, New York is around the corner. I love walking around Manhattan so I need to get fit just for that. Not to mention my girl Amy who’s coming with me walks like she’s in a race. From experience I have to almost jog to keep up with her. I have longer legs, I don’t walk fast, I amble. Amy has the littlest legs, she walks like SJ, they both go like tiny rockets. I don’t know what it is with short people. 
So for those reasons I have to get fit. Besides, I want to eat with gay abandon when I’m there and not worry about having to squeeze into my jeans when I’m back home. And hopefully when I do get back I’ll keep up with keeping fit.
Work’s a bit thin on the ground as it usually is at this time of the year. I had an outcall last Thursday and I’ve another one this Saturday and Yorkshire P’s coming down to London next Thursday. I never expect too much out of January, February too for that matter. Everybody’s still broke after the holidays and things don’t normally pick up until March, so I’m happy to just totter along and see what comes.
Not that I haven’t had my share of attractive (wanna-be) bookings. I got a phone call from a chap last night, a real fast talker, called approx. 5.30pm wanting an overnight that night. It’s obvious he hadn’t bothered to read the site properly or he’d know that I don’t do short notice bookings (especially overnights with people I’ve never met), or work on Tuesdays. I knew as soon as this chap started talking that he was a timewaster. He was a pretty slick talker and I was answering his queries, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He asked me how kinky am I and was I prepared to offer this, that and the other service. Most I said yes to, anal sex was a no. He said he’d pay extra for another specialist service to which I replied that it wasn’t necessary. I’m always suspicious of gentlemen who say they’re willing to pay extra. Why would you if the lady has already stated that she would offer it anyway? And then the other shoe dropped. He wanted bareback sex because he wanted to “feel deep inside me”. I sighed, told him no, it’s not something I offer. He persisted, I hung up. It was going nowhere so there was no point in wasting both our times.
I understand there are escorts who do offer bareback, if the profiles on Adultwork are to be believed. Why not search for a lady that fits all his requirements instead of browbeating somebody who’s said no to you once already? So that was yesterday. If anybody would like a (straight-forward) booking this week, with an understanding of the services I do offer and won’t browbeat me into doing something I wouldn’t offer in a million years, do drop me a line or give me a call.
them with the flu; seriously, proper throwing up and everything, another with a chest infection. Which means that I had to eat most of the turkey myself. As the family went to Scotland on Boxing Day it was left to me to make sure the turkey wasn’t wasted. Which means I had it for three days, including turkey sandwiches yesterday. I hate to waste food and I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away on Sunday. Not that I’m a greedy cow, I just hate wasting food. Did your mother not remind you of all the starving children in Africa when you were a child and wouldn’t eat your vegetables/salad/porridge? It still verberates in my ear to this day. So I’ve eaten as much as I could without it sticking in my craw. All I can say is, good thing turkey’s a seasonal thing and I don’t expect to eat it again until Easter.
In other news, my fervent wait for the flight sale is over as I’ve found a relatively cheap flight to New York for the Spring. And I’m so pleased with myself. Especially as I’ve snuck a look back at Expedia today and found that said cheap flight has now increased by about £50. I didn’t realise the sale started on Christmas Day. I was doing a bit of mindless surfing, waiting for the buzzer to go on the oven when, as luck would have it, I happened on a banner for one of the big airlines announcing their “very very big sale”. Which meant if one had started it, that means they all have. Which is why I booked through Expedia, there was no point trawling through various airline websites when I could just look at one very-well established comparison website.
done.
not feeling it this year. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because we didn’t get a tree this year and I never really got the impetus to get the rest of the decorations out. Also with my uncle’s funeral coming up I don’t feel in any sort of a celebratory mood. 