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Tub Reflections

Woof, what a time it’s been. Quit my job. Don’t have anything like up. Realized I have ADHD/ADD tendencies. Celebrated my dead dad’s first birthday from the grave. And the owner of my apartment isn’t renewing my lease. Cool cool.

I did, however, go on two second interviews today. First went well!! Good outlook there. Job won’t pay exactly what I’m wanting, but it’s a great opportunity to work with a brand I love, potentially grow, and work with people who seem to really care. I also think I’d have a lot of fun and enjoy my day-to-day. But not sure if it’s where I should go in my career.

The second one? The one that is probably the better route for my career, much better money, and great opportunity. But not sure if I’d have as much fun or if I’d enjoy working with some of the team. I do think I would be great, though.

But now, here lies the problem. The second company is very image-conscious. All about looks and being cute and flawless. I wore the most perfect outfit, even made it look good in the pouring rain. But now, when I tell you. The absolute fucking horror. When I stood up from the FABRIC lounge chair, it looked like I peed a little bit. Yep. Right there on the edge. I’m sure you are thinking no one saw, but nope. The HR woman and I both saw it. Made eye contact. Both tried to scoot the chair under the table. Did we acknowledge this? Did I state that I did not, in fact pee on their chair? Nope. We all just walked away. In silence.

So bottom line, I probably have nothing to worry about. I’ll probably be kicked out of the running. Ugh. Let’s all pray for at least one offer tho.

So here we are. Tub Tracker stats:

  • 16 mins and counting
  • Had one glass of wine earlier, brought one in
  • No music, I’m reading!!
  • Absolutely obsessed with my new elderberry and blackberry bubble bath

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Sunday Funday

It’s the night before my last Monday at my current job. Definitely no scaries this Sunday. 😎

Made a list of my outfits for the week so that I can leave them wanting more. J/k my outfits suck. But I did get a spicy red manicure today. Leaving with sass.

I think I might write a book. Should it be smut? I’ve never read one but feel like I would write it well. And yes, this was a high thought this week.

Tub tracker stats:

  • 15 mins and counting
  • High, no wine
  • Quittin Time playlist
  • FU vibes

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Quittin Time

I did it. I finally quit my job. Do I have something else lined up? Nope. Stupid? Maybe, but honestly I couldn’t do it anymore.

Now, I do have an interview Thursday, and I have applied to like 50 jobs, but at thus moment, I’m taking the night off and drinking in the tub.

Stay tuned 😎

Tub Tracker Stats

  • 20 mins and counting
  • One glass of wine so far
  • Mellow vibes
  • And 1000% swiping on Tinder

Dating, Tub Tracker

Tub Time Tuesday

Evening. Tonight’s a big ol’ depression bath. Long weekend. (And not the good kind.) Long start to the week. And long fingernails that scratched my eye.

I had a fun weekend, but too much drinking and too little quiet me-time. This weekend is my birthday, so trying to recharge before then, but honestly just want to chill and maybe eat pasta.

I also am so fed up with men lately. No new ones want me. No good old ones want me. And too many taken men do.

So yeah, Depresso City

Tub Tracker Stats

  • 30 mins and counting
  • No wine, but weed
  • About to start swiping

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Wedding Woes

Ohhhh boy. Went to a wedding last night and let’s just say I don’t remember the Uber ride home.

The things I do remember? The magician catching his beard on fire and the entire reception reeking of burnt hair; oh, and the fact that I came close to hooking up with a married man whose wife wasn’t there.

That man came on harder than a dude who is just about to leave for war. Damn.

But I kept him faithful! At least in this instance.

Tub Stats

  • 50 mins and counting
  • Trying hard to text old flings
  • Contemplating life and how annoying I am

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Still Crampy & Cranky

Turns out, my period has decided to keep it going this weekend! Last weeks mess stopped, but today she really came back with a vengeance.

So still crampy, and still cranky. But I’m high in the tub with new menstrual relief bubble bath and definitely going to bed soon. Big and busy week at work.

Tub Stats

  • 20 mins and counting
  • Very much depressed
  • Looking to get higher
Dating, Tub Tracker

Crampy & Cranky

Kinda confused as to what this bath is to be labeled. Self-care? Depression? Can it be both?

Feeling a little down today after a loooong few weeks of verrrrry low work days. Are things changing? Sure, but will it ever change anything? We’ll see, I guess.

So, obviously, had another marathon night of drinking and feeling all the things today. Including cramps! Wtf body, it’s no where near time for this and spotting. I haven’t bleed in almost a year but somehow today my uterus said “surprise Bitch.” 😩

So here we are, soaking in the tub high and just being. Last night I got so drunk I texted the old fling that now lives with his girlfriend. Not cool. I simply wrote “hi 🙃” but it was before 10pm. So at least that isn’t toooooo bad?! 🥴

He responded this morning and apologized for not answering sooner. I quickly apologized for texting and breaking our rules from our last convo months ago. I was doing so well!!!

He immediately wanted to know how my dating life was going and how I was. I told him dating has been blah and asked how he was. Dating his bestie still but misses having sex with other people.

I tried to divert and say it’s not all that great because I’ve had a lot of bad sex lately. He wanted details. But reader, you should applaud me because I said “no! We can’t have that type of relationship anymore!” Yay me respecting boundaries!!

The boy even wrote how his sex life was not that great (again). But you know what? Not my business. Growth, babbbbby!!

Tub Stats

  • 67 minutes and countjng
  • Water and iced coffee
  • Definitely high
  • And dare I say, almost thinking this could be labeled self-care now!
Dating, Tub Tracker

Tub Times

We’re on a depression bath journey today. 🥲

Went out yesterday for a friends birthday and got far too drunk without any food. Our 3pm meetup turned in to me getting home almost 14 hours later. But like, who am I to turn down $29 bottles of rosé at happy hour?!

At some point during the night, my date from two weeks ago texted. We had a very solid first date; lots in common, he’s incredibly smart, etc etc etc. So when he texted asking how I’ve been, we somehow stumbled into meeting up.

Now, the first date’s rendezvous wasn’t all perfect. It had its moments, but ultimately fell flat between the sheets. But first time together, so maybe we just need to click, right??

Sad to say, I’m wrong. Last night was … bland. Not the worst, but certainly down there on the list.😩 Additionally, this was also my first time seeing his apartment. This man speaks 8 languages and went to TWO Ivy League schools. Two!!! So I had a lot built up in my mind as far as his living arrangements.

Readers, there were skid marks in the toilet. Crap all over the place. Kitchen worse than my depression dishes. And to top it off, an open can of pork and beans. 😐

After I saw all that, I still said “let’s do it” cause I went all the way to Brooklyn. But dear Reader, I didn’t stay all night. I simply could not.

I also let this man cuddle me. Twice!!! I do not EVER cuddle, and his were actually nice. I could see myself actually sleeping that way. And I NEVER ever had that feeling. What’s a girl to do with all this??

So here I am. Depression bath on a late Saturday afternoon, trying to pick up the pieces of yet another dating disaster.

Be well and god speed.

Tub Stats:

  • 20 mins and counting
  • No music, no wine, no weed
  • Just me and water