Little Miss Drama

It's been a bit since the last entry...yes, the drought continues - BUT WAIT!! THERE'S MORE!! Let's start with the fact that I got fired. Yes, after 5 long years of giving my blood, sweat (that's actually funny as I was working for a gym) and tears to New York Sports Club, I am now unemployed.

While I am royally pissed off I also feel kind of happy-relieved-excited. I've been applying for jobs like crazy and it's getting to be kind of fun. I'm applying for stuff I don't even know if I can pull off - but hey! who cares?

The drama, my dear friends, does not end with me getting canned. My friend's former fiancee killed himself on the 4th of July and I spent Friday morning at the funeral. Last night I attempted to have my usual nice, relaxing Sunday reading the paper in the Parkside Lounge and instead ending up watching a brutal, animalistic fight between one of my exes (ok, a prize for anyone who can guess which ex) and a friend of mine. Both parties left bleeding and handcuffed in Verona PD squad cars.

Now, the more pertinent issue (ha!) is that all this drama has made me a little on the tense-anxious-weepy side. The unfortunate side-effect is that every time I get upsettish I dial a certain gentleman. I realized it was OOC when I called him last night after the fight and he said "Was it you who was calling me about a dozen times?" Now, I responded truthfully when I said that I had called once a few minutes earlier and that was it HOWEVER if his first thought was that I was a redial-o-phile I must be driving him up a wall.

He, not so incidentally, is not speaking to me today as far as I can tell. He won't return an email... even the really adorable fake press release about my self-imposed cell phone ban. What's a Drama Queen to do?