Ladies Night Out

Thursday night was the 6th annual of a charity event for ladies only, benefiting a local youth organization. I have hosted a table every single year before this year, and people from my tables have hosted their own tables in years following being at my table. But this year, I was just so apathetic and lazy about wanting to call and re-call and (in my blue perception) beg people for an RSVP until I filled my table, that I just didn’t. I didn’t even call anyone to say I wasn’t hosting a table, in case they wanted to do the organizing this year. But lo and behold, one of my friends called me. She and I had actually split a table last year, and it turns out that this year one of her “guests” was hosting a table, and had an extra spot at it for me! So I got to go after all!

As usual, I worried about what to wear, especially as I didn’t know how “into” this year’s theme everyone was planning to get — this year was a pajama party! But in the end I bought a new outfit, called “loungewear” at Mervyn’s, and it is kind of a warm-up pants and jacket over a tank top, but made of soft terry cloth, so it is soft and comfy. Plenty of coverage, and except for the panty lines, it looks almost like “real clothes”. Yet, I was still nervous parking and walking into the country club where the event is held each year. I worried that someone cute and skinny might have on my exact same pj’s in extra-small! Feeling really really foolish, I was also thinking I sure hoped that other girls would be dressed in their nighties, too.

Well, of course they were! This party is always such a hoot. The high-dollar tables, occupied of course by the local charity-league-diva-types, had all coordinated their outfits and come dressed alike (I mean each set at the same table all matched each other). From the sponge-roller-haired gals in the pink tank tops that said “trailer trash” to the group in the matching home-tailored baby-dolls made from black-padded-bra with hot pink satin hanging down to a black boa trim — everyone had definitely got into the spirit.

I enjoyed my annual visit to a psychic, the disco dancing (limited, of course by my ankle), and the company of other women. Many of my friends were there after all, now that they get their own tables. I even got a henna tattoo on my ankle which I will enjoy sporting at my annual best-friends’ beach weekend coming up in a week!

But the BEST part is this — I was talking to one of my friends who works at a place that I would LOVE to work. She laid out a plan for me and told me how I could seriously get hired at that company this July or August, as a temporary employee, working on a project that this company has every year. Although the temp job is NOT in my preferred field, she revealed to me that many permanent employees in all types of jobs at her company, INCLUDING TECHNOLOGY, get hired from this annual temp job, where their work habits and character can be observed in a kind of extended and informal interview! I am really perked up by this proposition!!!!!!

So now I have decided to try to use these next few weeks to do some of the things I wanted to do ever since I quit my last job — you know, as if my time here at home is almost over. I am hoping that with this kind of a goal, if not exactly a firm deadline, I can actually make a little headway around here and get myself to a better place by next fall. Even if I don’t end up with this job. Which I am hoping that I will.

Times’ up!

xxx,
13D