Tidbits that might be worth mentioning...

Contrary to popular belief, I did not come to London solely for accents, snogs, and shags...those are the bonuses and perks of my situation.  Ok so maybe they did help finalize my decision to move but they weren't the main reason for a big move.  The real reason is simple:  I was bored, I needed a change of pace, and hopefully figure out what the hell I wanted from my life.  I may still be clueless when it comes to figuring out what I want from men but the last two days helped me figure out what I want in my career.

I wasn't so far off base at home, I knew I liked working for nonprofits, I knew I liked events, I just didn't have any room to grow given the circumstances.  I spent the last two days working under my career crush, shes a young event planning consultant that seems to know everyone.  She freelances all over the UK and even runs a four day concert in Malawi.  I was one of two volunteer coordinators she selected for today's event, A National Indoor Rowing Competition that gives youth (mainly those could not otherwise) a chance to get into rowing.  Over 3,000 youths participated, over 150 volunteers helped run the day-long event.  Armed with a walkie talkie, I was in charge of making sure they were happy, kids were in place, people got breaks, and aswering questions people might have.  Since school has been pissing me off lately, it was nice to remember how much I liked doing things like this.  Especially when it gives people a chance to do things they can't normally do.  It was great to see kids get cheered on by Olympians and big time rowers...just one of those warm and fuzzy days.  It was exactly the feeling that kept me at my last job for 3 years.

So since I don't see myself getting a check for a Mil, anytime soon, I am going back to working towards something realistic that will make me happy....my own events company that consults with nonprofits....it's perfect in theory: warm and fuzzy feeling, check!  No burning out from working with only one organization, Check!  Picking and choosing projects I want, Check!  Ok, so it's not going to be that easy but maybe I have the start of a plan....now who wants to give me the money for it?

With things starting to move in school in work, it was only a matter of time before another aspect starting annoying me.  Afterall everything can't be sunshine and rainbows in the world of me for more than two seconds.

The last couple weeks, I have been annoyed over two emails because they both seem like a load of crap and they are both from former men in my life.  One came while I was in Ireland: Philly Fuck Buddy has a real way of coming into my life shortly after I forget all about his existence.  He had only two speeds; total douche or captain saves the day.  Total Douche was a speed he was comfortable in and I let him ride that one out for way too long.  Our goodbye was slightly sad and slightly forced; he had someone new and I knew we would never work in any kind of world.  His email was short:  "I hope you are having an amazing time...contrary to what you believe, I miss you.  What is your phone number and address over there.  Please write me back soon."  My reply a week later was "I don't know why you want it but here is my info."  We haven't spoken since which defeats the purpose of contacting someone you "miss", but it did make me remember why I couldn't wait to get away from him in the first place.

Email #2:  The awkward return of the Barrister.  Ok, not so much a return, it was more of a return my shit.  I borrowed a book while we were dating, I thought about sending it back in the post but I didn't care enough.  Apparently it was a gift and he "would quite like to see it again."  Whatever, I don't give a shit about the book.  What did annoy me is how formal it all was.  I felt like I was reading a letter from a lawyer....oh that's right I was.  I think going down on someone should spare you the annoyance of having to read crap like "the purpose of this email is...."  "If I am mistaken in this assumption, I welcome your correction"  "I am not sure what method would prove convienent.  I got less formal letters from a courtroom!  So that should be an odd meeting at my tube station on Thursday.

Email #3:  I know I said I was only annoyed with two, which is true, only two annoyed me but another is worth mentioning.  The 3rd random email came from the Jamaican via Facebook.  Just when I'm down to one, another finds my thanks to the ease of stalking on Facebook.  He wants to hang out next week.  I think I'm gonna try to leave this one alone....