Only Happy When It Rains

No, I haven't gone all depressed overnight.  But more a reference to when it rains it pours - in the positive sense.  And even though it is such a negative song title, the song itself is gorgeous in its nihilism.  And Garbage's lead singer, Shirley Manson, was one of my major celebrity crushes during the 90s.  I wonder whether she is still as eminently fuckable as she used to be LOL.  Damned redheads, as I dissolve into squee hehehe.

So, I told the employment agencies that were still looking for jobs for me that I had gotten a job.  Got messages saying good luck and the rest early in the day, and then mid morning, while working, I had a new message from one of them.  Waited until my morning break until my curiosity got the better of me, and I was thinking they wouldn't be trying to get back to me with bad news.  Turns out, they had gotten my message, but hadn't told the client that I was off the market.  The client got back to them, and said they would want me to come to a second interview - well, third, if you count the vetting from the agency in the first place.  Which, omg, took place only last Wednesday.  When things move, they move fast.  And this second interview with the client company will be with their GM.  I don't think I have EVER had an interview with a GM.

And, instead of retreating into the bunker of 'I already have a job, safe, comfortable, boring', I decided to take a chance, organised my availability for an interview in my head, and let the agent then do the hard yards of making it so.  For the first time in the whole job and interview process since I got Here, I felt in control of the situation, I didn't immediately fold into acquiescence and just take what they gave me.  Well, maybe the second time, when I went for the initial interview with the client, Mistress had hardened my spine not to accept anything less than a certain amount of money.  Which I did so.

I was quite proud of my assertiveness.  When I told Mistress, I think she was quite proud of my assertiveness as well.  And when I got home, I hugged her and mentioned the A word.  She beamed at me, almost but not quite in shock kinda sorta.  And I am so proud that I am able to assist her by working and getting paid.  Of course I love doing her housework - and yes, part of me is in shock at how true that statement has become for me - but this way I am even more of a net positive than I was before.

It's not that I dislike the job I am currently doing.  I can see myself thriving in it given a few months.  And my line managers are already singing my praises to the higher ups, two days in - had a five minute talk to the divisional director today, and she is looking forward to seeing what I can do.  It is just that the culture of potential second job was quite relaxed, yet at the same time a work hard play hard mentality.  They had soccer shirts up in their boardroom, and I said they needed an Arsenal shirt up there as I was finishing off the interview - well, maybe not, with the season the Gunners are having.  Bit of levity goes a long way sometimes, if put into the exact right spot.  And did I mention that my potential line manager is another mega hot blonde, with a huge -

Smile?

Although I did have a headache all through the day.  Probably the combination of Saturday's endorphins, Sunday's beer, and today's actual, you know, learning shit at work thing.  It's gone now though, relaxing at home with the Bosses.  I think I wrote enough about Saturday's fun, and last night's entry was almost a haiku, it was that sparse of details.

So yes, caught up with heaps of mates, one of whom keeps sticking her tongue down my throat, but just in a teasing, see what it is like kind of way.  Dunno whether anything will come of it, but she is cute enough to keep me interested hahaha.  She does make me twitch delightfully most of the time, and the feel of her body under my hands, mmmm.  But, at the same time, I'm not going anywhere and am totally Mistress' and only play with her permission.  Both her and Sir had decided to take a raincheck on the munch, and I was, metaphorically at least, let off the leash.

When Sir dropped me off at the train station, he said to get drunk and get felt up by cute girls.  Tick, and tick hehehe.  And, it being a kink crowd, some of the conversations I found myself in, geez one girl in particular is pretty shameless.  Conversations about plastic sheeting on beds after she came and messed five normal sheets in the quite recent past.  And her attitude towards vanillas, is very - I use the word advisedly - puritanical.  The only good vanilla is one she has perverted to the other side and some such.  And the birthday girls, there were about four of them, having Kiss Me cards on their shirts, and getting their kisses however they wanted them lol.

There were six of us there when I left.  A lot of them had left for a Chinese dinner, but I was trying to save money, even though I had spent a considerable amount on the night.  I'm sure I shouted as much alcohol to the mates as I actually drank.  Damn my generosity.

When she picked me up, Mistress giggled at how smashed I was.  I didn't think I was at the time, but really truly, I was more than just tipsy lol.  I'm kinda glad that when I got home the kids were already in bed.  Being around kink people, and with the conversations I was sharing with Mistress and Sir, glad the kids were apparently asleep.  Sir said how can you turn around and go to work in the morning - Mistress, with her knowledge of my socialising patterns over There, knows I can do it very easily when I have to lol.

And damn, I look good in a suit.