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! 😂)
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.
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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:
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.
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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 😎
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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.
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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!!
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the bad hag 