It's been a really bad day today. Last night I barely slept, whenever I fell asleep I dreamed that C and I had broken up and when I awoke (every twenty minutes judging by how I felt this morning) I remembered it was true and that sick, empty feeling hit me again and again. I was worried about how I would find work and ship Piggy to London. Round and round it swirled until finally at 5:30 I gave in and made coffee.
I had an email from my fellow heartbroken friend in the UK. She is at the same stage as me; in some denial, still clutching a thin strand of hope but the reality is slowly sinking in. Funnily enough, one of C's oldest friends introduced me to her and her fiance in September. We hit it off instantly and I was planning on attending their wedding after a drunken invitation. I was shocked to hear they had split and so hopefully we can help each other through the dark times.
I emailed her back and told her my plans and said I hoped I could accept her offer of a place to stay. Her instant response was YES, definitely and how good that she wouldn't need to worry about bringing me down! Ha. If only that were possible. I assured her that wouldn't be a problem. Hopefully we won't be too miserable together.
The rest of the day I spent working on my portfolio and finally I was able to email applications to two companies in London. It's a start. I hope I can set up some sort of meeting when I'm there but it's hard in the UK to set things up quickly.
The good news (if I can call it that) is that I spoke to a pet relocation service. For the bargain price of $3600 I can fly Piggly to London. The really good thing is that I might be able to do it all from the UK. They can actually pick her up, deliver her to the airport, deal with the paperwork and customs and deliver her at the other end. I've always worried that if I fly with her I'll be a complete basket case by the time we arrive. Every bump, every bit of turbulence I'll be freaking out.
Now I'm feeling completely drained. The past couple of months have been exhausting and I really need to try and rest. It's such a shame I have to go to work tomorrow. Biggus Dickus will be back from Minneapolis and it'll be all systems go. They're going to be very unhappy when I tell them I need a week off.
Best thing I could do now, go to sleep! At least I'm not drinking!
the wedge.
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