December 13, 2005
The Importance of being Honest
http://www.thiscellardoor.com/blog/entry/the_importance_of_being_honest/
I just got off the phone with the bank. I’d cashed a check for $20, but it was showing up as a deposit to my account. Well, after 3-way calling with bank customer service and contact at local branch, they figured out what happened. Now they know why the teller had come up $20 short on her drawer that day. Even though I’d cashed the check, they’d put it in with the deposits. So I like to think I’ve cleared her name.
There was also a big change at work, which I’m not sure what will mean to my place, but I hope a lot of it will be lined out at the company meeting. After hearing, I immediately contacted the people involved, and so I got the guts of the matter straight from the source, which left me feeling much better about it all. I enjoy having people that will straight up tell me what’s going down. Honesty like that, especially at work, isn’t always so easy to find. At least for awhile, I think this change will mean I will be getting to do more concepting, which I’m excited and extremely nervous about. I like the nervousness, though. Keeps me sharp.
I’ve been toying with the free trial at match.com. I sort of wanted to find a date for New Years. Well, I’ve met a few decent, good-looking guys. I’m already boring of one though. And the questions he’s asking…well, it just shows a lot about what he cares to know about me. Not the things I’d like a complete stranger to care to know. This other guy seems nice though, and he’s really just trying to find new friends in the area, which is a lot more my speed. He’s a lot more grounded too. So now I get to exercise more honesty and tell this other guy to bug off. That’s always the hard part.
All the attention my profile got was flattering at first, but after everything that went down with work and such yesterday and after seeing my responses to some questions I was asked about where I see myself in 5 years, well, I realized I’m just trying too hard to be someone I’m not. I’m a loner who likes to chill with a few friends once in awhile. I thrive off the variety and randomness of my social life, counterbalancing it with the pretty low key way I live in general. Not having plans every weekend, makes me appreciate it a lot more when I do.
And so, I feel like I grew up a lot in my sleep last night. I have lots of hobbies and interests that I can explore by myself, so I need to be doing those instead of wasting my days thinking about how alone I am. Even if I don’t have a constant boyfriend to share stuff with, I have amazing people at work, Rach, and my Brit who are always there for me. I have more friends than I let myself realize.

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