up late w Client

I just got off the Skype phone with a client. I had just built a marketing and PNL ROI analytics tool for them and he needed updating and clarifying a few things... till 2 am. Hey, as long as I'm getting paid! But I love this... this being absolutely needed in my work. Strange how if a man gets needy, it's so gross. But when work gets needy, I'm happy. Ha!

I love my work, I just need to do it more and do it better than anybody else. Then I'll really make the big bucks. Within 5 years I want to make a six figure salary. By the end of this year I must be making what I made back in 2008... $15K ago.

I just haven't found a job I really, really love yet, something I can really sink my teeth into and make my heart pitter patter. I may be getting close though. More and more I discover things about myself, things I want to do, the specific niche I want to be in the industry. The more I love my job, the harder I'll work, the more inspired I will be. And the richer I'll be. And the more fun I'll be having! Really, that's what it's all about.

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In other parts of the world, I woke up from nye guy's house, and we drove to work together in my car. I dropped him off at work and then I went to the office. I stayed there just enough to do a bit of research and have lunch with my boss. Did I mention my boss is a seriously hot Italian/Caucasian hunk who loves trance and house music? Looks like he's quite a regular at Ruby Skye before the baby came along. And he said something about the Winter Music Festival. Ah...

I took off and went home to shower, change, look real cute, and update my analytics tool for the client. Then I went to pick up nye boy, went to pick up a bottle of Veuve Cliquot, and then to his place. He made a wonderful dinner and we saw half of Ip Man 1. He even made me crème brulée! But sadly he cannot get me off. For some strange reason, as much as I enjoy this guy, his touches, his company, his jokes, his cooking, I can't get off!!! Oh how cruel the fates! He also started running a fever, so I gave him 3 Tylenol and took off to go work on some things for the client. I don't think I'm coming back.

In other necks of the wood...

Dutch boy got back to me:

A:Sorry for very late reply... Happy new yr to u too. All is well. Been crazy week...

Me: Thought you might have been eaten by the sharks...

A: Nah, I scare 'em! There were killerwhales though; I'd be more afraid of those: bigger, meaner, smarter, hunt in packs... Snorkeling was canceled for while! Lol

Obviously he didn't get it. Did I mention he's so clueless he fails to the fathom the tunnel he's in? I used to respect him and like him as a person. Now that I'm seeing the bigger picture, he's kind of a tool. I don't want to see him that way, but people generally are what they put out there.