So, I notice the grand total of two comments on the last post, even though I asked for comments. And I'm wondering to myself if I shouldn't just close the darned stupid blog, because, apparently, not really a point to ranting about my feelings if I'm just doing it to myself.

I'm in a lousy, lousy mood. The receptionist at work is out for the day, again, so, once again, I'm working two desks. And that means that I have to do overtime. And I had plans today. Very specific plans that we're meant to take up all of my time from when I got off of work until when I went to XG's. But no, I have to cover for somebody's butt yet again, and not really getting any props for it at all. I better get some kind of bonus at the end of the year, I tell ya, because I'm sure not getting paid twice the salary to do twice the work.

I'm also in a lousy mood today because I was so, so, so looking forward to Keycon this weekend. And I had a conversation with a co-worker this morning, and all I'm doing is dreading it now. I'm dreading seeing the ex. I'm dreading the fact that he gets to rub in my face the fact that his oh so perfect life is back on track without me in it, and that he's going to be married soon, while I can't even get a date.

And I'm going to be totally alone this weekend, while all my other friends will be on the make. And I'll be totally looked over, once again, as always. Only now it will be witnessed by the ex, who will know by my complete unatractiveness to everyone that he made the right choice in going back to what's her puss.

Also, I feel seriously neglected this week. I know everyone's busy, but it's a serious change when you're used to hearing from someone every couple of days and you haven't gotten any communication from them in nearly a week. Not a phone call, not a text message, not an e-mail, not a comment, nothing. Of course, there is one exception to the rule, but she totally knows who she is.

Hell, I can't even get people to comment over the post where I bled all over it, even when I specifically ask.

Question is, should I really be surprised at this? Because I'm obviously easily replaced the second something better comes along. And heck, there's always better than me.

Right?

Of course, I get to see some of these people tonight. And it's not surprising that I get to see them tonight. After all, they need a ride to where they're going, right?

Yep. Just what I needed this weekend. For my ex to see how unwanted I am. Even by my friends....
Posted by Arieanna at 1:19 PM |