Becoming The Weekend Planner (Part 1)

A New Beginning

New friends, new relations and what seems to be, a tender new beginning. Normally my months would start with faithful praise, reach expectancy within the equidistant stages and gather a diminishing force towards the end of the cycle. This month sees no cease of the exalted month before it, in which my gaining confidence of my younger self was so evidently evolving. Now, with my words of faith evolved, I am proud to note this month as ‘The emergence of foregoing glory’. Tonight couldn’t have yielded such a better result, as I wash away the bad that hath scathed this skin and replenish it with new tidings and glorious beginnings.

Overcoming many obstacles today including my being sick as a dog, I managed to head to work, speak abroad with many people and further my associations and plans whence home. No more do I dwell upon the err of misfortune created by Keith’s ill planning and neither do I put up with anyone that I tend to see as a decadence of what sublime could be. Rather, like I have been willing myself with these words and boosting my confidence with continued revolt against indolent weekends full of dogged indecisiveness, I have brought out the old me, the planner of erstwhile years.

Taking Charge Of Nights Out

Disowning people who would shed blemishes upon the night in some way, I have sought to slowly build a base for myself to stand upon. Two weekends ago I made the first step into making a plan take effect. Building a basis for my respected planning to reemerge, I brought forth that blast from the past in a small increment. Rather than asking people out to places I knew they wouldn’t go, I started off with small, to a place I knew they all would go, the Catholic Club. I wasn’t the sure fire planner but at the end of the night, I was awarded for my inaugurating efforts and looked upon optimistically, for the man I used to be.

Ever since I left the scene two years ago it has either been Ralf or dominantly Keith who was trying to create a spark of life for their nights. Unable to handle their bad planning expertise any longer and tired of Keith and Ralf always distastefully bickering about each other’s prowess, I figured it’d be time for me to finally step in. The shadowed figure, which made the second weekend of this month a well deserved one and even though it was the Catholic Club and then Chevy’s for just me and Tyler, we had a great time.

That sniff of confident planning gave me a morality boost and again, through my close knit of acquaintances, I was dawned to be the next hem of planning. This weekend just passed granted another fine result to my growing confidence in what people convene. Again there was the Catholic Club and then Chevy’s for a magnificent weekend but this time around, I cared not to invite the blemished portion of acquaintances. Those who would make my night seem worthless due to their despondent attitudes or unarticulated devices of attention.

Gathering The Crew

Out with the old and in with the new I say and from last weekend, I did create new friends and sparked old to the same degree. The basis of this new rolling strength begin with Shawn’s conformity and my will to affiliate with Tyler as we are both enthused alike. With this basis I rose to the challenge of further bristling to the seams of friendship and with that I gathered, Johnnie, Travis, David as well as Ace and his brother Nero whom I called tonight.

Although Ace is getting old and concentrating more on living his responsible life, I understand his responsibilities of working and buying a house. Good ties did come from Ace as his brother will now be a part of this triad or with Shawn, a foursome unleashed upon the eager City Clubs. Still I am trying to broaden the amount of people that will go out with us and with this comes the adamant responsibility of being the planner, making things happen.

As thought, I need someone who has the same foresight and eagerness as I. Someone who can back up my suggestions so that more people will be enthusiastic. That person is Tyler and with these weekends ahead of us, I know the amount of people heading out with us on the weekends will only increase in flavor. Just give this push of old some time, you watch how great new faces will be this weekend…

Asking For An Administrator

Commencing with the rest of Friday’s work day before we begin upon what should be meager accommodation to depiction, let me begin in the middle of events. Beginning with the more incisive topping of congestion, Jana came over to us at the end of the work day and had a heart to heart about the talk we were going to have with David regarding a new administration person for our area. “What are you going to say to him” she initially asked as I took a second to think and then gathered “We’re going to put forth how our work is building up and with Tatiana’s practice coming through, we’ll be inundated after a month or two”, figuring this would be enough.

Jana thought to include “Don’t think that because you tell him you want an administrator you’re going to get one” which at first sounded a bit abrupt but after we got into talking, she seemed to be on our side. Jana asked us how we were going to approach him and by my optimistic remarks she told me “David’s not going to hire someone new based on your saying, “We might need someone in the future.”

The basic argument that I was putting forth was that we hadn’t been there for long enough to distinguish what would be a low point and a high point of our workload. Ever since I started working there it has been rather high until the new brief list came out but that doesn’t go without saying I’ve been learning in those times. The new brief list has had me and Najla slowing down the pace because we have less work but a constant stream of insurmountable filing to accomplish.

Jana thought to note that we shouldn’t feel intimidated into thinking we shouldn’t need a new set of hands as she noted on busy days, David’s briefs are almost unbearable. On that note and with the expectation that Tatiana’s work will increase almost twofold upon our stresses, both Najla and I agreed that we would front a strong argument for a new administrative assistant.

In this time Kelsey also made her venture over to our desk so that she could use our computer. The reason for this was because their computers aren’t integrated with ours yet and therefore, she had to use ours. Figuring that Kelsey likes using our computer because we’re always chatting and being friendly, I don’t mind one bit.

India On The Train

Now to speak upon my trip to work, I had the world of beauty in front of me, faced with three such angelic formations. Keeping myself awake for the whole trip to the City on Friday, I was interested and intrigued by a girl that resembled someone I knew ages ago in Primary School and thought was hot. Following her ass up the stairs, I sat on the seat across from and behind her so that I could have a good look all the way to the City.

Taking a glance over my way I found her to be the resplendent figure I had thought her to be. Sylvester used to go out with a girl called India (At least I think that was her name) and there she was, with her beautifully straightened black hair and almost black-shot eyes surrounding by milky white. The skin was stunning and so too was her body and as I sat behind her, I could do nothing but adore her and wonder if she still knew whom I was.

The reason I sat one behind from India was that it would have felt too forward sitting next to a good looking blonde I passed off at first because I was distracted by India. For the whole trip to the City this girl didn’t look too glamorous but she reminded me of a girl that I would find attractive but not to the extent that I would go out with her. When she jumped off the train my eyes popped out but then I replaced them back in the sockets due to old fashion.

The Blonde And The Glasses

Just imagine a hot, hot blonde, only with a touch of beef on her. Not too much but just enough to say that it makes her look hot in her fuller presentation but not as effective as a skinnier girl would have pulled off. Having bleached blonde hair and a great face made so by makeup, I was moreso stunned when she stood up. To my amazement, she was wearing a blue Chinese skirt but the shorter version than what I bought for Lyssa. In addition, her ass looked great, her legs were stunning and as she walked off the train, so my eyes did follow.

The third girl was one that I found utterly attractive due to what she was wearing and how I perceived her hidden identity behind those glasses. Sitting on the far chairs that faced our rows, I noticed the style of clothes she wore which in addition to her good looks, drew me curiously to her. Wearing a red polo neck sweater under a styled work jacket, she had red hot lipstick to combine the effects of lascivious yearning.

What’s more, her teeth were white and straight and above all, her lips had a touch of pout in which you would always be able to see the bottom portion of her top teeth, leaving her moist mouth partially open. Wearing the mystery with her glasses, I looked at her once or twice intently, trying to see the essence through her glasses but to no avail. When she took off her glasses I thought it as a sign of incentive.

For the rest of the trip to the City she would glance at me on odd occasions and I really feel that she took off her glasses to inadvertently create that energy when our eyes did serenade. However, as all good things come to an end, the three girls jumped off before I stopped at Wynyard, making for a long and lonely walk with my thoughts to the depths of my office.

Bumping Into Zenia

On the way to work it was fairly windy and I believe that because of a brief that I hand delivered later in the day amongst the falling rain, I received the flu I have now. Nevertheless, it could also be from Najla as she did have the sniffles on Friday afternoon, keeping her used tissues in her pockets whilst we were working. Stopping at the lights between the station and our office, I bumped into Zenia and this time as we said hello I didn’t try to avoid her purely from anxiety.

Making my way up to her as we waited for the pedestrian light to turn green we chatted about how she lived in Ingleburn which surprised me. Later in the day her being from Ingleburn and Kelsey being from Holsworthy made me strongly assume that I knew Kelsey from somewhere. I can’t exactly pinpoint where I might have seen her before but I’d seen her a couple of times before, maybe at the Catholic Club or at Bradbury Gym sometimes.

Maybe I even knew her from the Bodishop or I have the slight feeling that I know her from Keith somehow but I do feel strongly about her presence in my past. Anyway, Zenia told me how she was headed to a wedding on the weekend in which she noted it was her boyfriend’s sister’s wedding. Asking what dress she wears, she informed me that the color was a blue to purple as bridesmaid. In our venture to work I made up a false story in which I’m not too happy about right now.

Commenting of my hopes for the weekend, I told Zenia that I was hoping to take a day off after two weeks on a Friday because I’m hopeful to head up to Club Troppo at The Entrance. Why I made such a story up I don’t know but I guess it was because I didn’t want to sound like I had no life at all apart from heading to work.

There are only a few more comments made for this last paragraph of Friday’s events. First, on the way home I saw Valeriya on the platform who smiled at me whilst disappearing. I also saw that hot girl from the Gym and figure it would be a good start to conversation once pumping iron again. Aleka told me that she was also heading to Bridge Street’s mailroom for one week because tempers were starting to flair between her and the new gay worker. That my friends is the all of Friday. With old chronology concluded, let us to new…