OK - so if you had read previously in my blog about the 'hostess with the mostess psychosis' that i had originally stayed with upon my arrival in Texas, you will know that i was alarmed at her bizarre behavior.
This past Tuesday i had been in Dallas all day interviewing for jobs, had a job offer that was absolute bull shit and turned that down and then proceed to walk around downtown Dallas figuring out what to do, the whole while enjoying the fantastic architecture, checking out the coolest lofts, the trendy neighborhoods also trying to figure out if i could just pop in and apply someplace.
I nearly fell over on the sidewalk when i looked across the street to see a building called 'thanksgiving tower'. why? because i had applied to someplace that had an office in that building. so i ran into the lobby got out my files and realized what place it was, jumped on the elevator and up i went and walked into the office.
i knew it was a newly established office for a PR firm based in atlanta. i had not heard back from the new dallas office nor from headquarter office in atlanta, but here i was.
i walked into an absolutely empty office with office furniture strewn about. WHEW. clearly they had not hired anyone yet. ANYONE.
no front desk person. so i wandered around this empty office space until i found one office with a hot girl in her late 20s/early 30s and not wanting to frighten her, i called out 'hello? hello?'.
she was not frightened and when she came out to greet me i said 'helloooooo' in manner of seinfeld and she laughed at once. good. so i briefly explained how it is that i was there and how happy i was to be able to talk with someone in person. of course the whole while i flirted my ass off with her and batted my eyes and smiled. she seemed to enjoy it. :wink:
she gave me her card with her direct email and phone line. SCORE! so i will be following up with the offer of an informational talk over lunch or drinks at the trendy place of her choosing.
Speaking of trendy place of 'her' choosing, i walked into my hostesses home sometime after four pm on tuesday rather tired from my day of interviewing and exploring and looked forward to spending a quiet night in.
upon my arrival, she accosted me telling me how insanely depressed she was, that she was super high on pot and super wasted on tequila, but that she HAD to get out of the house and that i HAD to go with her to swanky steak house to have drinks. I don't have money for that and said so, but agreed to go anyway thinking that since this whole outing was her idea that she was paying.
we arrive at swanky steakhouse, are seated. classic place, tons of dark wood paneling, at six o'clock the bar was packed with 50 something men enjoying being away from the wives.
we were seated and this woman had no idea how to order a martini. omg. so i ordered the martinis with 3 blu cheese stuffed olives and 3 pearl onions, on the dry side. perfect. that is dinner for me. lol. we made small talk and checked out the crowd. when i told her that i didn't have enough money to pay for my $15 dollar martini, she flipped the fuck out. this was not new information to her. she called her ex husband and demanded that he put money into her account immediately so she could pay for her purported drunk fest. they talked. she then started screaming at me that i was taking advantage of her and that her ex husband was going to call me and rip me a new one about how i was using her and taking advantage of her. i suggested i leave.
she began wildly gesticulating with her arms and knocked her drink over then began to scream at her exhusband and began to sob and cry and it was beyond absurd. the waiter looke at me with eyebrows raised and a slight nod to crazy woman and i just shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
the people at the next table had one waiter per person move their every dish and glass to another table they were so distressed by this commotion. people at the bar were pointing and staring in amazement that this scene was unfolding front of them.
I was not going to put up with this anymore. the scene escaleted and i got up and walked away. however on my way out, this beautiful, waspy, put together, delightful woman in her 50s grabbed my arm and asked me to have a glass of wine and chat with her. ok. she seemed normal enough and had no problem paying for my drink so i spent a bit of time talking with her to learn she was from new orleans and goes there often and i told her that a good, childhood friend of mine was now a big deal sculptor/artist in new orleans and that she and her friends must go to his studio and drop my name next time they were in town.
i gave her his information. she was thrilled. we even made out a bit. not to the point of get a room, but a lovely kiss that i know she enjoyed. and hell, so did i. lol.
i left at once to crazy bitch's house and began to pack my car up to leave the next morning. i placed several panic stricken phone calls to friends to see if i could at least stay at their place in my car for a night or two. one friend called me back to say he called his friend to ask if i could stay at his pool house and as it turns out he didn't have a room mate and said i could stay in the guest room.
so wednesday morning i finished packing my things and diplomatically told psycho bitch that i would be leaving at once to stay with a friend and thanked her for her hospitality and that i was sorry to have bothered her.
she proceeded to tell me that she thought it must be difficult for me to live with someone that is emotionally disturbed. i said nothing.
she went on to explain that she has been diagnosed with severe bi-polar disorder and severe manic depression but that she refuses to take the prescribed medications for that and decided that smoking large amounts of pot and drinking prodigious amounts of tequila was a far better solution.
OMFG. WTFE.
So i arrived at the friend of a friends place which is fantastic - in the hill country with rolling hills, lots of trees, ten acres in the country on the top of a hill. its heaven to have the peace and quiet of being out of town not to mention having a sane person to stay with.
SO - i am settling nicely into a quiet country setting - psycho free. and the job search continues....
This past Tuesday i had been in Dallas all day interviewing for jobs, had a job offer that was absolute bull shit and turned that down and then proceed to walk around downtown Dallas figuring out what to do, the whole while enjoying the fantastic architecture, checking out the coolest lofts, the trendy neighborhoods also trying to figure out if i could just pop in and apply someplace.
I nearly fell over on the sidewalk when i looked across the street to see a building called 'thanksgiving tower'. why? because i had applied to someplace that had an office in that building. so i ran into the lobby got out my files and realized what place it was, jumped on the elevator and up i went and walked into the office.
i knew it was a newly established office for a PR firm based in atlanta. i had not heard back from the new dallas office nor from headquarter office in atlanta, but here i was.
i walked into an absolutely empty office with office furniture strewn about. WHEW. clearly they had not hired anyone yet. ANYONE.
no front desk person. so i wandered around this empty office space until i found one office with a hot girl in her late 20s/early 30s and not wanting to frighten her, i called out 'hello? hello?'.
she was not frightened and when she came out to greet me i said 'helloooooo' in manner of seinfeld and she laughed at once. good. so i briefly explained how it is that i was there and how happy i was to be able to talk with someone in person. of course the whole while i flirted my ass off with her and batted my eyes and smiled. she seemed to enjoy it. :wink:
she gave me her card with her direct email and phone line. SCORE! so i will be following up with the offer of an informational talk over lunch or drinks at the trendy place of her choosing.
Speaking of trendy place of 'her' choosing, i walked into my hostesses home sometime after four pm on tuesday rather tired from my day of interviewing and exploring and looked forward to spending a quiet night in.
upon my arrival, she accosted me telling me how insanely depressed she was, that she was super high on pot and super wasted on tequila, but that she HAD to get out of the house and that i HAD to go with her to swanky steak house to have drinks. I don't have money for that and said so, but agreed to go anyway thinking that since this whole outing was her idea that she was paying.
we arrive at swanky steakhouse, are seated. classic place, tons of dark wood paneling, at six o'clock the bar was packed with 50 something men enjoying being away from the wives.
we were seated and this woman had no idea how to order a martini. omg. so i ordered the martinis with 3 blu cheese stuffed olives and 3 pearl onions, on the dry side. perfect. that is dinner for me. lol. we made small talk and checked out the crowd. when i told her that i didn't have enough money to pay for my $15 dollar martini, she flipped the fuck out. this was not new information to her. she called her ex husband and demanded that he put money into her account immediately so she could pay for her purported drunk fest. they talked. she then started screaming at me that i was taking advantage of her and that her ex husband was going to call me and rip me a new one about how i was using her and taking advantage of her. i suggested i leave.
she began wildly gesticulating with her arms and knocked her drink over then began to scream at her exhusband and began to sob and cry and it was beyond absurd. the waiter looke at me with eyebrows raised and a slight nod to crazy woman and i just shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
the people at the next table had one waiter per person move their every dish and glass to another table they were so distressed by this commotion. people at the bar were pointing and staring in amazement that this scene was unfolding front of them.
I was not going to put up with this anymore. the scene escaleted and i got up and walked away. however on my way out, this beautiful, waspy, put together, delightful woman in her 50s grabbed my arm and asked me to have a glass of wine and chat with her. ok. she seemed normal enough and had no problem paying for my drink so i spent a bit of time talking with her to learn she was from new orleans and goes there often and i told her that a good, childhood friend of mine was now a big deal sculptor/artist in new orleans and that she and her friends must go to his studio and drop my name next time they were in town.
i gave her his information. she was thrilled. we even made out a bit. not to the point of get a room, but a lovely kiss that i know she enjoyed. and hell, so did i. lol.
i left at once to crazy bitch's house and began to pack my car up to leave the next morning. i placed several panic stricken phone calls to friends to see if i could at least stay at their place in my car for a night or two. one friend called me back to say he called his friend to ask if i could stay at his pool house and as it turns out he didn't have a room mate and said i could stay in the guest room.
so wednesday morning i finished packing my things and diplomatically told psycho bitch that i would be leaving at once to stay with a friend and thanked her for her hospitality and that i was sorry to have bothered her.
she proceeded to tell me that she thought it must be difficult for me to live with someone that is emotionally disturbed. i said nothing.
she went on to explain that she has been diagnosed with severe bi-polar disorder and severe manic depression but that she refuses to take the prescribed medications for that and decided that smoking large amounts of pot and drinking prodigious amounts of tequila was a far better solution.
OMFG. WTFE.
So i arrived at the friend of a friends place which is fantastic - in the hill country with rolling hills, lots of trees, ten acres in the country on the top of a hill. its heaven to have the peace and quiet of being out of town not to mention having a sane person to stay with.
SO - i am settling nicely into a quiet country setting - psycho free. and the job search continues....