I have a couple of those “Wait, what?” moments already this week. One is my pipeline of money. What is going to get paid and what won’t. I have no idea at this point. Actually I have the conservative approach and the “maybe, just maybe” approach. Who knows? I certainly don’t at this point, so I keep just trudging forward.
The Hunter has made some decisions about our relationship and what it will look like over the summer. He wants to be simply friends and have me help him with his business. He sat down with his attorney (who I introduced him to) and they discussed the fact that I still own 25% of his company. Yeah, the company that is about to start churning out some serious profits.
He has offered me a Promissory Note of a nice chunk of change that I wasn’t expecting. I found his offer to be very fair. Let’s see what the Promissory Note says and if I actually get the money. I can always use the tax write-off.
Next up, he wants to move out of the bedroom and take over my office as his bedroom. I am fine with that, surprised, but fine. This means that I have to pack up my office almost immediately. To that end, I went on Offerup and got a bunch of boxes so I can start packing.
He gently asked me this morning how I was feeling about it all. I said that I am processing it, but I’m fine. I have known that all this change was coming, but it is coming faster than I anticipated. It’s OK. I asked for this, so I have to roll with it.
The Hunter wanted to cut our romantic ties because he believes that I am seeing someone or am interested in someone else. “When my gut tells me, I listen,” he said. I think, like most men, he prefers to think that there is a competitor rather than a complete rejection of the relationship. I guess it makes it easier to swallow. For the record, another man is the furthest thing on my mind. I have so much more to be thinking about.
My friggin’ professional organization has turned into a cesspool of bickering women. Ugh. I am setting up the June event even though I won’t be there. I should have that settled up by the end of the week and then they can go fuck themselves. I am putting together an amazing presentation with top-notch speakers. Ha! I figure I would go out with a splash.
I have been shopping the past two days. I bought some new slacks and a casual blazer to spice up my wardrobe. I don’t think I have bought new work clothes (except for my Target interview suit) for over a year. The new job is a “business casual” environment but as women, what the heck does that mean? I will dress more professionally than most, but I prefer that. I hauled my favorite work shoes to the cobbler for an overhaul and got three new pairs from DSW just to add some fun to my tootsies. That should hold me for now.
Next up, I’m heading to the dentist for a long overdue cleaning. I have to change my air filter in the car and get my tires rotated. I have to call the IRS and get my payment program set up. For some reason I cannot make their online portal work. Sigh. I can’t decide if the dentist or the IRS is the worse thing I’ll do this week. LOL.
I have meetings scheduled with two clients so I can pass the baton. I am telling them a partial truth (or partial lie – your pick) by saying that I am starting a very large project in another city that will be taking me away from them. This will allow me to scoot back to them if needed. Internal agreements with my replacements are being signed.
There are a lot of spinning plates right now, but I find myself working half days. I get up in the morning and attempt to push my projects forward, then I take the afternoon off to run errands. It’s nice. I don’t feel stressed. I’m ready to start my new chapter. I am NOT looking forward to packing, but it has to be done.
Hopefully the Hunter and I continue on this cordial path of uncoupling. Hopefully the folks I’m giving my business to will remember to treat me well. Hopefully this job is the dream job I wanted. Hopefully the pot of money is bigger than my conservative estimate. I got lots of hope. Lots.
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