musings of the broken hearted

Not that I'm actually broken-hearted but when have I ever let something like the truth get in the way of a little melodrama?

To recap, I have cracked the absolute shits the past month. A rather charming Australian euphemism which makes me picture... well the Bali/Bombay Belly.. if I think about it. But hey! I don't choose the language, I just choose to sink to its lowest depths.

There has been a lot of yelling at work (from me) along the lines of "No. I'm not paid to do that. He is." and "I'm sorry? Is that my job?" And other Tourettes laden musings. I'm actually surprised I haven't been invited to spend some one-on-one time with HR in regards to my language and how it makes others feel.

In some ways I feel a bit guilty that I'm being a bit of a tyrant but another part of me is revelling in the fact that I. Have. Finally. Had. Enough. And. There. Is. Nothing. That. They. Fucking. Can. Do. About. It. Because. They. Need. Me. Too. Much... (tm)

It's not how I normally operate but another part of me snickers because it's just so much fun to flounce around!

I'm a Leo. It's all about the mane tossing and roaring.

In other words, it has got me out of a rut and into planning mode. Yes people Hersheykins is moving forward. Or sideways. Some direction but definitely not backwards. I have actually made plans to move back to Melbourne. In August. Not that I've told many of my friends or even my immediate family. I have this annoying habit of keeping things that I'm not 100% sure about very close to my chest which makes it oh-so-fun when I can't take it any more and it all bursts out (see the above flouncing).

In my defence, I'm not that bad. I'm just being melodramatic and flouncy and flowery.

So I have found a place to live and may actually be transferring with work... Apparently there is a benefit to being so loud and forcing change that people you've never spoken to in your life know who you are.

Still. Apart from being melodramatic etc I am also bitter and jaded. So I fully expect it to fall splat and not work out. Still lobbing into Melbourne with a salary would be nice. Two months with no cash due to no job? Not so nice.

In other news, my freaking ex is infiltrating the outer reaches of my social circle. Obviously it is a) the outer reaches and not people I regularly socialise with and b) Perth where Six Degrees of Separation does not exist. Three degrees is the max. Freaking FaceBook. And obviously part of the ick factor is lessened because the girl he is currently smooching is after me. But let's face it. It's not the point. Nor is it the point that it's not like I haven't moved on several times. Because again - not the point.

Actually I don't know what the point is - except I don't like it, I'm pissed off with the outer circle and definitely not impressed with his current choice of attention. No it's not mature, and yes bigger person, blah blah blah. Not the point. I'm human (see flouncing) and I am not a Buddhist Nun. I have emotions and they are not always polite or quiet (see roaring).



Kelis- Caught Out There