Happenings of a 30-something spinster living in NYC, taking baths, and (maybe) going on dates
First bath in months. Feels nice.
Lots going on in life, and I finally feel back on a good track. Celebrating six months in OA, turning 40, and a new job that’s so far a dream.
Shall I blog it all? For my sponsor, of course.
Oh, and I updated my bath game tonight: deep conditioning hair mask.
It’s been a weekend, mercy. I’m not going to hit all the details, but let’s just say Friday got interesting … and wild.
But now, I’m soaking in the tub, relaxing and washing away the sins. I’m moving this week and all my glasses are packed, so drinking wine straight from the bottle. Keeping up the class this weekend didn’t have.
Once again, screw the stats. Let’s just enjoy the night and what’s to come. After all, this may be my last bath in this apartment. Let’s hope the new tub is perfect. 🤞
First self-care bath of 2023!!
Got the apartment. Still haven’t gotten the job.
Drank two glasses of wine while starting to clean out my skinny clothes from the closet. One massive bag for goodwill and one with items to attempt to sell.
Figured that was enough work for the night so I got perfectly blitzed and now in the tub with the remaining bottle of wine.
Cheerio ✌️
45 min update: I dropped my wine glass in the bubbles, so now I’m drinking straight from the bottle. (And yes it’s a plastic cup! From the theatre! 😂)
Third bath of the year. Clarification: Third depression bath of the year.
It’s been a rough start, but according to TikTok all the planets that went retrograde are coming out tomorrow??? So fingers crossed? They said I’ll be lucky in work and home …
Let me catch you up. Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my dad’s death. I spent it hungover because I simply can’t control my drinking on my meds. Told me therapist about it and we’re working on it, ok!!!
Applied to get a new apartment and they are looking like they will reject me. Which really sucks. Fingers crossed she has a good heart and will encourage the building to accept me. I’ll find out tonight or tomorrow.
I’ll also find out tomorrow about that other job I’ve spent forever talking to. Pretty sure they extended an offer to someone else last week and tomorrow’s “catch up” will be to tell me that. Ugh. Fingers crossed again??
I also found out that the job I quit … the one that had me doing three full-time jobs and told me that was normal and would never change … is hiring for ONE of those roles. And the pay scale is what I BEGGED them for. BEGGED. Then got scolded and punished for doing so. It’s also the role that I told them a junior person should be doing. So yeah, paying a junior person my salary to do one of my three jobs. Fuck. Off.
Just going through it. So here I am. In the bath. Sober. Quiet. Avoiding life for the moment.
Also, fuck the tub stats tonight. ✌️
Ugh. Second depression bath of 2023 underway. Things are all gloom around here so I’m trying to forget about it all for a moment.
Job search is blah. Apartment hunting is blah. And small fall bald dude from that holiday party messaged me Friday. Did I meet up with him? Yes. Should I have? Probably not. Was it worth the 8:30 am walk of shame in a faux-fur cropped leopard jacket? Most definitely not.
So here we are. Reflecting. Silence. Ready for therapy.
No tub stats tonight. Not feeling it. ✌️
And it’s a depression bath!! Wooooo!
As soon as my flight landed back in NYC, I received a rejection text message from one of those jobs. Then, while walking to the taxi, my backpack strap popped off. And to top it off, I was sweating and overheating thanks to global warming. Yay!
So I’m now in the bath, very hot, and hoping it pushes this cold I feel starting out.
Brought in a cookie. Maybe year for food?
FRESH Tub Stats:
Look, I had an opportunity and I took it, ok? Shall we be together in 2023, too?
Happy holidays 😎✌️
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This feels weird and I don’t like it.
I’m heading out of town in two days and will be gone for the remainder of the year. It’s tonight and tomorrow left for potential bath time. And since you’re here, and I’m here, we all know I fit one in the schedule tonight. Could it be the last of 2022?
Tonight’s bath is just starting out. I didn’t make it hot enough as I’m not sweating, so will need to beef this temperature up soon.
The bubbles are bubblin’ and I’ve got a very heavy pour of wine, but no music. Just relaxation and the Christmas jams coming from the cars outside.
Will this be it for the year? Tomorrow will tell.
Tub Tracker Stats:
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New memoir title? But here I am … in the tub .. depressed once again.
Feeling really down on myself with my job search this week. Letting those intrusive thoughts win. So here I am, two glasses of wine deep in the tub.
Hoping for a better end of week?? Hopefully?
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Wrapping up another week with no job offer. Still going strong with those two companies but we shall see. Pretty sure the preppy one is going to ditch me. And after speaking with my therapist for an hour about them, I’m even more confused about what is best for my career. I’ve decided which one is the most fun / and my gut is leaning towards, but will people judge me because it’s a small company after leaving a massive conglomerate? Why do I even care???
So I took that confusing energy and responded immediately to a text from the British 28 year old who resurrected from Ghost Town. It was this past Sunday night, I was already tipsy at my apartment with friends, so it was the perfect scenario. He came over. Friends left. Zero effort fun.
But he did steal my panties. Now it could have been a mistake, but … they are gone. L. O. L. He’s leaving the US to go back to the UK full-time. Going away present?
Friday I attended a holiday party at a bar in my hood. I went full cute and everyone loved my Christmas tree skirt worn as a cape. So did a random bald and short king.
He lives a few blocks from my apartment in a VERY expensive and luxe apartment and building. Olympic-size lap pool, anyone? Let’s say the walk home the next morning was COMICAL as I was clutching my cape and homemade Christmas headband. I also had no sunglasses to hide my raccoon eyes. 😵💫
But it was, however, the start of SantaCon. But all the moms walking their babies and all the dudes carrying coffee with their girlfriends knew. They allllllll knew.
I think even the old man with the walker at my coffee shop.
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the bad hag 