Washed-out Wednesday

Guys,

So sorry I've not posted. I got called away on a work assignment - more about that later. I'll start by continuing from where I left off; I went to Ella's for our girly night out and Erin and Lila were also there. Ella's house is goregous now that it's been decorated. We spent some time mixing some cocktails before heading out on the town. Ella got a cocktail book for Christmas and we had some weird concoctions. My favourite one had baileys in it, some sort of fruit juice, brandy and topped with whipped cream, chocolate flakes and glace cherries. Yum. I felt sort of sick after tasting some of the others including one which had pernod and cider in it. (not very cocktaily I know).

It turned out to be a bit of a man hunt. All of us are single at the moment. Ella has just broken up with the rocker she's been dating. Apparently, some of her work colleagues disapproved and as she works in social services she thought she'd better dump him. Ella puts her work first. I couldn't do her job. She has to go to people's houses who treat their children terribly and some of the people she deals with are rude and sometimes aggressive. Erin is still living with her mum. She's got a new job as a teaching assistant. She likes it so far but the deputy headmistress is a bit of a pain and causes her grief sometimes. Lila is still waiting for her X-factor audition but in the meantime she keeps the job centre staff smiling by applying for as many jobs she knows she won't get as she can.

Anyway, we all went into town last week and we were drunk before we even got into the local niteclub, "Taffy's". It plays really cheesy music and a lot of sad old men in their forties go in there with their shirts open and big medallions on and other younger lads go in there wearing tracky bottoms tucked into knee high socks. There is no dress code and, to be honest, most of the men that go in there are not my type (and that's putting it kindly). Last week was pretty much the same as most weeks. Lila ended up talking to a young dark-skinned man who looked like a drug-dealer to me, but she liked him and said he was a nurse (well he certainly prescribes medication, I thought.) The only man who talked to me was about thirty and he had a geordie accent. He was working on a building site near me. That was the only bit I could understand. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't nice either. I made my excuses and spent the rest of the night dancing with Ella. Erin went home early because she was sick in the toilets. We made sure she got a taxi ok. And that was that really. It was a good night just catching up with the girls. We had a laugh and we said we'd make it a regular thing, at least once a month. Only the next time we'd go somewhere with more talent.


Anyway, I didn;t get to see the Agatha Christie girl because Nick and I got sent on a job. Our boss sent us all the way to Ireland because a local newspaper there was doing something similar to us and we had a sort of work swap thing where two of their staff came to England and we went to Ireland. We both got to learn things about how each other's organisations worked. In short, it was a bit of a jolly with lots of drinking (especially in Ireland!) and lots of irish dancing. I loved it. I would move there if I could. We didn't even get that much work done. It seems that they pretty much did the same things we did and so we spent most of the time meeting some very strange people and discussing them over alcohol later on. Nick tried it on a few times but I maintained my dignity and told him that I really didn't think it was a good idea for us to get together because it might compromise our working relationship. He insists that he will wear me down. We will have to see about that. Anyway, I'm going to sign off now because I'm off to the gym. After my recent trip to Ireland I have a few pounds to shift.


Take care and until next time,

Callie signing off xxx

Fat Friday

Hi guys

Hope you're all ok. I've had a bit of a boring week, well I say boring, but what I really mean is crappy really.  I was off sick for the first part of it and the more I lay in bed feeling sorry for myself the more I kept thinking about Nick. I'd given up thinking about Scott, but as I lay there stuffing myself with the eclairs that Lila kindly brought round to me (feed a cold, remember) I heard a knock on the door and I expected it to be Mum but when I opened it I almost collapsed when I saw it was Scott. I looked absolutely terrible (well there was no point in dressing up was there?) I had my smiley- faced pattern pyjamas on, my hair was unwashed (and had been for 4 days) and my skin was pale - exept for my red nose. He instinctively moved back, horrified obviously.

He had a bunch of flowers for me. I asked him how he knew I would be home on a Tuesday afternoon and he said Nick had told him I was sick and it turned out that he had also had a go at Scott and told him that if he didn't want to be with me anymore he should tell me so Nick could ask me out.

Anyway, I asked him what he wanted and he said that he did still like me and he'd just been busy with work and he was thinking carefully about us because he didn't really want to get serious with anyone who had a jealous streak. I told him that all women have jealous streaks, but most manage to keep them under control.

I told Scott that I wasn't sure I wanted to get serious with someone who could avoid all contact with me for such a long time. I told him that it would have been polite if he'd at least texted me to say that he was working, but he said he was too busy to do this and I said that if he was too busy to text me then he was someone I definitely didn't want to be with. And so that's that. We are officially over. At least I have closure now, though.

I went into work today and I told Nick about Scott and me but now he thinks that I want to get back with him. (Nick, if you're reading this I don't want to get with you either. Sorry but I want to keep work and my personal life separate.) I told Nick this at work but he said he is keeping his hopes up. He said he might have to look for a new job so we could date and I told him that if he left me in the lurch at work I wouldn't go out with him anyway. Oh well, I'm going to Mum's tonight. She's making her casserole (she always makes too much). After that Lila and I are hitting the town. I'm still recovering from the lurgy and so we'll only go the local karaoke bar. I've also been in touch with Ella and Erin and I've finally set up a date for a girls' night out. Tomorrow. We are all meeting up at Ella's. She's finally decorated so she's eager to show off. I've missed the girls so much.

We have a good few jobs lined up next week too. I'm supposed to be going to see a guinea-rabbit ( a cross between a guinea-pig and a rabbit- apparently it is impossible for such an animal to exist) and a girl who claims she is posessed by the spirit of Agatha Christie. Exciting stuff.

Anyway, I wish you all a great weekend and I will let you know more about my life when I update next week. Until then,


Callie signing off

xxx

Slouchy Sunday

Hi Guys

So sorry I've not updated my blog recently. There are two reasons; firstly, I've been ill. I think it all started when I really didn't want to go to work and face Nick after what happened over Christmas. I became so stressed out with it all that I think I brought on this horrible illness. I felt like I'd had all the energy ripped out of me and my muscles and bones felt as though they were on fire.

Unfortunately, this did nothing to deter Nick who, when he found out I was ill, came knocking at my door with a huge bowl of chicken soup. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me without make-up, my hair greasy and unwashed and my face pale, spotty and just plain ugly if I'm honest. He didn't seem to mind though as he force-fed me soup while telling me all about the girl with the x-ray eyes he'd been to see. Nothing usually gets to Nick but she was amazing, apparently. He'd hidden various objects in several boxes and she was able to "see" inside and correctly name which object was in 9 out of 10 boxes. Weird. When I was listening to him, though, all I could think about was that kiss and how kind he was. Even without beer goggles I had to admit that there was a growing attraction between us. I still hadn't heard from Scott so I probably could start a relationship with Nick, but my determination to keep work and pleasure separate was the only thing stopping me.

The other reason I've not blogged is that I found out that Nick reads my posts! How bad is that? I guess when I first started writing them I hadn't considered that people I know would actually read and take an interest. Now he knows all my deepest thoughts and so I must be careful what I write in future, boo hoo. He has promised that he won't read them again but can he be trusted? I guess I'll just have to take the risk.

Anyway, I can't remember if I've already said it or not - Happy New Year to you all.

Callie signing off

xxx

Frolicking Friday

Hi guys

I know I haven't been updating my blog much lately. It is for a variety of reasons; mainly because it was Christmas and to be honest with you, I didn't think too many of you would be interested in reading about my life when you were probably going to parties and spending time with your own families, having a much better time than me, probably. I have decided that from now on I will be updating my blog on Fridays only. This is so I can reflect on the week that has passed and write a lot more. It will also leave me more free time in the week for pursuing my New Year resolutions, which include: exercising more( I have only been the gym twice since joining.), eating healthier and avoiding cakes, biscuits and sweets, attending a night class (don't know what yet, though) and going out with friends once a week for a girly chat. I have lost touch with the girls recently and I want to make sure we have a regular catch-up.

I also have to tell you about something else that has happened recently, which I'm not proud of.
I went to my work party last Friday and Nick picked me up, as promised. The venue was the local rugby stadium and so we spent a lot of the night outside on the pitch. I was a little cold and so Nick kindly lent me his jacket. I felt bad because he was shivering for most of the night, but it is the gentlemanly thing to do, right? I think that all this women's lib and equal rights for women has spoilt romance and so I was a little surprised that Nick actually offered to lend me his jacket in the first place. We sat on the stalls and we started talking. He was drinking a bottle of lager and I had a plastic glass of wine. I must have had about five glasses by this time and I was starting to look at Nick differently. I noticed that he was quite handsome and I didn't know whether it was beer goggles or whether he was actually quite fanciable. He kept talking about his ex and how she had almost put him off women but that it was good to be working with me because he was starting to realize that not all women were raging psychos.(He obviously doesn't know me that well, lol!)

We talked about Scott and he told me that Scott was a ladies man and always has been. He said that he was worried when we first started going out because he didn't want me to get hurt. Then he moved closer to me and said that he was actually a little bit jealous when I started dating Scott. I asked him why and he said that he was starting to have feelings for me and that he cared about me. Then he kissed me. I didn't stop him either - mainly because it felt good, but then once we'd stopped I was confused. Scott and I still haven't officially broken up, even though he doesn't return my calls or texts and I've always avoided workplace romances because you sometimes have to leave jobs if they go wrong. Things went downhill from there because I instantly regretted it. I do like Nick and I have to admit that there was some sort of chemistry between us, but I can't date a work-colleague, especially not when he is the brother of my on-off boyfriend. Aggghh! Why is my love-life so complicated?

Anyway, I haven't seen Nick or Scott since. I've been hiding at home, though. I did go out with Lila on Boxing night to the local karaoke, but other than that I've been having a quiet Christmas. I hope you all got what you wished for. I got Zumba 2, which I love and some jewellery and make-up. I also got a bunch of flowers this morning from Nick, with a card saying that he was sorry. I feel even worse now. I'm dreading seeing him on Tuesday. It will be so awkward. Anyway, I'm off to the gym now to work off some of the mince pies I've been shovelling down me. I wish you all a Happy New Year and I will update this blog next Friday.

Best Wishes.

Callie signing off xxx

Happy Christmas

Hi guys

I'm going to keep this short because I am in the middle of getting dressed for my work party. I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas and hopefully I won't be too hungover to update my blog on Bank Holiday Monday to let you all know how my night went. I still haven't heard from Scott and he must be screening my calls because he hasn't answered when I've phoned him and he hasn't responded to my texts asking how he is. Nick said he was keeping out of it. He is picking me up later because, like me, he is also a loser.
Bye for now and Seasons Greetings to you all

Callie signing off

xxx

Whingy Wednesday

Hi guys

I haven't stopped crying for the past two nights. I kept thinking about Melissa and then I started to wonder why Scott wasn't able to see me until tonight. I started to imagine all these things in my head and so I thought I would go round to Scott's last night to surprise him (in other words, spy on him) but when I got there he had all these papers scattered all over the floor and he had his laptop on. It turns out he had a load of work to get finished so he could have some time off over Christmas and I'd interrupted him and he didn't like that. He asked me why I'd gone to see him and I told him it was because I missed him and then he said that I was being too clingy and I said I would go home and leave him to work and I was surprised that Melissa wasn't helping him. That was when he really lost it and told me that it was obvious I had a problem with her and that it seemed I didn't trust him. I told him that I did trust him (it's her I don't trust) but he was having none of it and he told me it was better if we let things cool off for a bit. He was supposed to be coming to my work Christmas party on Friday but he isn't coming now, so apart from me being upset, I am going to have to turn up to my party alone when most people are taking guests. Nick isn't taking anyone, but most people think he's a weirdo loner anyway.
Why do I always mess up? I got Scott a Christmas present - a book that he wanted, but I doubt I can give it to him now. I feel so depressed. I thought things were going so well. Melissa has probably got her claws into him today when he told her what I did. Boo hoo, boo hoo. I'm too upset to continue with this post so I am going to go get a long, hot bath and drink a bottle of wine. Until next time...

Callie signing off

xxx

Miserable Monday

Hi guys,

I know I should be happy with Christmas approaching and all that, but the weather today has made me so miserable. Rain, rain and more rain. Now I don't wish to complain too much, because I much prefer this than the weather we had this time last year, when I lost control of my car in the snow and it got stuck,so I had to walk seven miles home, by which time I almost died of hypothermia;which turned into a bad case of flu. Last Christmas was spent lying in bed, my nose oozing with goo and giving Rudolph something to be jealous of.

Anyway, I know you haven't logged in to read about weather. You all want to hear about Friday night, right?
Well. It started off pleasant enough. I wore my black trousers and red satin top and I'd gelled my hair so I looked a little bit like Victoria Beckham (without the style and skinny body, more's the pity). Scott picked me up and he looked absolutely gorgeous in his tuxedo; he reminded me of Daniel Craig. I don't usually like James Bond but Scott looked really 007 and I couldn't stop gawping at him. Unfortunately, most of the women at the Golf club (where the party was being held) also couldn't stop ogling him either. Scott, being a typical man, was oblivious to all this, though. Until the girl I'd been dreading meeting arrived. She turned up fashionably late and I swear everyone in the room stopped what they were doing when she walked in. She was wearing a skin-tight red velvet dress which clung to her Elle Macpherson-like body and her long, slim legs were tanned and shimmering. What a bitch, were my first thoughts. (Well I can't help it, can I? I do try to be nice but I can't help my first impressions.) She had hair that I could only dream of too - long, brown with blondish highlights and wavy - a bit like Liz Hurley's. Her face was perfect too. (Well it had to be didn't it!)
I knew straight away that it was Melissa. She waved at Scott and came hurrying over (which spoilt her initial cool, calm, show-stopping entrance a little - made her look desperate). I swore Scott's pupils dilated, but I let him off because that is an involuntary biological reaction, which I'm sure most men had when they set eyes on her. They hugged and then he introduced me. That was when I realized my first impressions were right. She looked at me like I was something she'd just stood in, mumbled, "Nice to meet you," and then turned her back to me and dragged Scott away to the buffet table. I stood motionless for a second, watching them laughing and giggling together. I couldn't quite believe what had just happened. I gulped my wine and then grabbed another large glass from a passing wine-waiter. I guzzled that and then went looking for more. That was when I got a little less self-conscious, shall we say. I walked over to the two of them and I tapped her on the shoulder and said, "I think you'll find that's my boyfriend not yours, love." She opened her mouth and her eyes almost popped out of her head. Scott looked down at the floor, obviously embarrassed. "I needed to speak to him about work," she said. As if I was going to believe that one. Scott then told some stupid joke that only computer geeks would get, something about dos. I didn't get it but Melissa laughed (what a fake) and put her hands all over Scott's arm. She knew what she was doing. Had I had just one more glass of wine I would probably have decked her one, but luckily for me (and Scott) I was quite composed. So I grabbed his arm and led him away. "We'll see you later, Melissa," I said. "We've got other people to speak to." She smirked at me. I then told Scott how cheeky I thought she was, but he said that there was nothing wrong with what she'd done and that they had been speaking about some sort of update that was taking place over Christmas and whether he thought they'd have to be on call. Yawn, yawn.

The rest of the night wasn't too bad. I drank a few more glasses of wine and ate some nice party food (they had some gorgeous chinese chicken on sticks) and snogged Scott quite a bit. I didn't stay at his place, though, because I didn't want him to see my hangover-face. Melissa came over a few more times during the night but she went off with one of the managers at the end of the night. He was quite ugly, so she was either after his money or a promotion (or both).

I didn't see Scott for the rest of the weekend because he phoned saying he had the hangover from hell and that he would see me on Wednesday. I must admit, I'm feeling a little bit nervous about our relationship now that I've seen Melissa. She is obviously going to be a rival and I reckon that if Scott realizes that she actually fancies him, then she'd win - she earns five times as much as me and is about fifty times more sexy so I'm resigning myself to the fact that Scott and I won't be together for much longer (story of my life) and that is another reason why I'm so miserable today. Nick wasn't in work today either (he said he had food poisoning) and so I've spent the day doing admin and filing and wishing Christmas would hurry up so I can drink egg nog and eat loads of chocolates to cheer me up. Actually, why wait until Christmas, I think I'm gonna treat myself now. So until next time...

Callie signing off

xxx