Okay, it's not so dramatic as the title... anyhow...
Although for the most part, my life seems almost entirely defined by work, things have been interesting otherwise... at least for the brief moments that I do engage in the outside life.
I have found my career. The only downside is that the woman who has been training me somehow decided that I was hired for the sole purpose of taking over her responsibilities so that when she returns from maternity leave, she would be able to learn something new. I don't complain often, and I'm usually content, but I will not let someone walk all over me, without my objections! After much conversation, I learned that in some grand scheme of things, there is a reorganization abrewing, and part of this reorganization is cross training everyone in the section so that everyone is familiar with everyone else's work, for day to day security, in the off chance that everyone who happens to know one particular task is out, there will be others who can fill in. Currently there are at most 2 people who know any given position, and no more. So the director, who hired me, is trying to start me off in what we call the Non Market desk so that I can learn to use the systems, and to see hands-on what trading encompasses. Although my purpose at the organization has not been finalized, their intent for me has never been, at least when my team lead and the others discussed what they wanted me to be responsible for, to stay at the Non Market desk, not in the long run. So that's good news...!
In other news, for the first time last night, I think I may have been very blatantly hit on by an older man.
Sunday afternoon, Henry calls unexpectedly to ask what my plans were for the night, and later discloses that he had free tickets to this invite-only party at Club Fanatics in SF. After some more discussions, Lauren and Cynthia joined the bandwagon, and at 10:00PM we were getting ready, and for the first time, I was actually consciously applying make-up as though I wanted to go home with someone other than the people I arrived with. To our utter disappointment, the club event was an entirely invite-only, closed party, that was half empty for a club that size. We mulled around for a bit, until Henry finally relented and let us leave the place.
We ended up at Bubble Lounge on Montgomery, where Henry and I had firsted decided to go many months ago, only to find it deserted, and unlit. Our recollections of the place were a little biased, until we got there, and the place was slammin'! Okay, the place was crowded, and well, not super fun, but still crowded enough to say that the place was not boring.
We walked from the entrance to the dance floor, crawled through the stench of too many human bodies in one living space, and found the bathroom and eventually walked back up the stairs to the front entrance area. Eventually we decided it was too late to go anywhere else, so we'd stay, find some seats and hang out, catch up, etc, except there were no seats available. WE paced from the front to the back, and retraced our steps to this one man sitting alone, only none of us were bold enough to ask to sit with him, because we weren't "drunk enough". So my friend and I were laughing about it, and eventually I let my eyes wander and lock gaze with this older Asian male sitting right behind my friend, with no intention to... his gaze was seductive, and one of longing, but well, far too old for my taste, and it scared me a little. I joked about the possibility and likelihood that the guys at the table would somehow offer us to sit with them, and we laughed about that. And sure enough, about 5 minutes later, one of the guys move over, and asked us to sit with them, commenting on the fact that they would not bite.
My friend jumped at the chance, and sat down. I was hesitant, because it was too predictable, and well too inviting for my taste, but eventually sat down beside her and my guy friend. All the while exchanging texts with my guy friend that I was suppose to meet up in the city. That didn't happen of course, but still it was attempt during the entire time we were at the lounge. The lone white guy of the group chatted up my friends, eventually asking my guy friend how he's lucky enough to hang with such "beautiful women", then asked if he was filipino. At the word "filipino" I wondered what the guy thought I was, so I asked. That was the flood gates opening...
the conversation literally went to his perception of my looks, and it was a rather uncomfortable position to be in, considering I didn't even formally meet him like the others. The guy made some really bold, and forward comments to me, and asked for confirmation from my guy friend, my guy friend however put it more lightly, so it was okay... he referenced my white shorts, and having noticed me early on when we had walked by... and well, kept refering to them. He even mentioned having noticing them to my good friend/ex roommate before he commented on it when we were engaged in conversation.
If that's not weird, I don't know what is. It wasn't even a comment about me, it was "I noticed you walking by earlier in your white shorts...", why thank you, I like my white shorts, too!
HAHA
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