One thing about My Eminence The Pontiff Maximus John Paul III is you don't ignore me. When I summon you respond. If you don't, there better be a damn good explanation as to why.
Violet could have bullshitted her way out of the whole phone thing had she bothered to explain herself to me. So back in September when she didn't return my calls or texts to make her case, I cut the damn phone off. I put up with a lot of shit but ignoring me and I don't.
Sophia, welcome to Violet's world. Sophia isn't on the same footing as Violet but she's getting close. I don't know what's going through her pretty little head but I'm to old to play games or put up with nonsense. Only thing is that Sophia isn't indebted to me on any level so cutting her loose will be even easier. I'd prefer her to tell me what's going on than to ignore me as of late...but whatever. I'm over it and her.
Next, woman, please step forward.
Unfortunately I don't have anyone working in the bullpen. Hell the whole farm system is lacking. I have one waiting in the wings but I'm not sure if she's ready for the bullpen much less the Big Leagues.
The Shut In
Then again how easy is it to meet women when I've basically become a shut in since before Christmas. To be honest I enjoyed my complete withdrawal from society during the cold snap. I just stayed in watched football playoffs, cooked, read and watched movies. I also got in a little practice time with my guitar.
I was doing the same thing this weekend. I decided to try and gather some of the Family together though. Thank goodness another friend wanted to host the gathering but I would have if they insisted. I was going to get everybody to meet at the wings place down the street from me. Didn't matter. I'm glad I got out at least for one day.
The Negotiator
As Pope, my diplomatic skills are sometimes required. Rarely are they used. It must be a major issue for me to get involved.
As Pope, I've been asked to sit in as a negotiator with upcoming contract talks with the union and company I work with...not for...LOL. I crack me up.
In real life, and not my fantasy world, I've been asked by the Union to be a part of the negotiation team to hammer out a new contract. I have mixed emotions about it. I'm excited because it is an important task and I'm very interested in the process. On the other hand, I'm a bit scared and nervous. After all I'm going to be shaping an agreement that will affect my work group for at least the next three years. The last time the company and union bargained seven years ago things got ugly. Both sides spread lies, rumors and half truths. Management threatened us with lock outs and trained management to do our jobs if there was a work stoppage.
I expect the same shenanigans again this go round. Only this time around I won't be on the sidelines. I'll in the frontline trenches. It's going to be stressful and unnerving.
I'm reserving up my vacation for as long as I can. Once this whole fiasco is done with I might go on a week long bender in Vegas.
Hell I might just take Rebecca on that cruise she's been wanting. I could use the release if you know what I mean.
Never mind what I said about not having someone in the rotation. Rebecca is always a phone call away.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Swirling Thoughts
I some how survived the cold snap. Actually I didn't do shit. I sat home all weekend but went to a movie on Friday afternoon.
Rebecca and I had plans to go out but I didn't call her until Sunday. I just didn't feel like going out.
Instead I pretty much cooked all weekend, read and watched TV. I didn't really need the down time since my work weeks have been short the last two weeks after my overtime marathon.
Lately I've had a lot of thing swirling through my mind. I called my therapist on Thursday looking for an appointment but she never called back. I'm going to try again tomorrow.
So what's been swirling? Nothing major. Just thinking about things in the past, the future and other minor things.
I've wondered how Violet is doing. Is she okay. Did she come back from Mexico? Did she ever go to Mexico? I doubt no matter what she's doing she's miserable. Or will be soon. She can only be happy temporarily. She needs help in the worst way. She thinks money and love will solve her issues. Sometimes I think she equates money to love. There is something twisted and not completely functioning in that woman's mind. I feel sad sometimes when I thing about her. Not cause I don't see her anymore. Sad that she's gone through life 40+ years without truly knowing happiness. When she is happy it's only fleeting. It's a very sad life she's lived.
I'm glad this last go around with her, not romantically thank goodness, that I didn't let her drag me down with her. Twice I've been down that road. Twice I let her get her hooks into me and destroy me. The years we were together she wasn't just in my heart and mind. Violet occupied my soul. She was in my blood. Even when we broke up, both times, I could never shake her bonds. I'm not sure when or where but Violet was filtered out of me. I'm almost sure it was before me and Rebecca ended up together. Once I fell in love with Rebecca I knew Violet was out of me forever. Even the female companion I had between Rebecca and Violet couldn't take her out of me. I'm just glad she's gone now.
Yeah, I had another woman between breaking up with Violet and before hooking up with Rebecca. A Colombian beauty. I don't talk much about her cause she didn't impact my life the way Violet and Rebecca did. Don't get me wrong, she left her scars on me and emotional damage but I guess not deep enough. I only spent a year with her where as it was five with Violet and four with Rebecca. I guess one year's worth of damage isn't as bad as nine with the other two.
My mind then thinks about these things and other stuff with friends. I just spins and spins and spins....
Rebecca and I had plans to go out but I didn't call her until Sunday. I just didn't feel like going out.
Instead I pretty much cooked all weekend, read and watched TV. I didn't really need the down time since my work weeks have been short the last two weeks after my overtime marathon.
Lately I've had a lot of thing swirling through my mind. I called my therapist on Thursday looking for an appointment but she never called back. I'm going to try again tomorrow.
So what's been swirling? Nothing major. Just thinking about things in the past, the future and other minor things.
I've wondered how Violet is doing. Is she okay. Did she come back from Mexico? Did she ever go to Mexico? I doubt no matter what she's doing she's miserable. Or will be soon. She can only be happy temporarily. She needs help in the worst way. She thinks money and love will solve her issues. Sometimes I think she equates money to love. There is something twisted and not completely functioning in that woman's mind. I feel sad sometimes when I thing about her. Not cause I don't see her anymore. Sad that she's gone through life 40+ years without truly knowing happiness. When she is happy it's only fleeting. It's a very sad life she's lived.
I'm glad this last go around with her, not romantically thank goodness, that I didn't let her drag me down with her. Twice I've been down that road. Twice I let her get her hooks into me and destroy me. The years we were together she wasn't just in my heart and mind. Violet occupied my soul. She was in my blood. Even when we broke up, both times, I could never shake her bonds. I'm not sure when or where but Violet was filtered out of me. I'm almost sure it was before me and Rebecca ended up together. Once I fell in love with Rebecca I knew Violet was out of me forever. Even the female companion I had between Rebecca and Violet couldn't take her out of me. I'm just glad she's gone now.
Yeah, I had another woman between breaking up with Violet and before hooking up with Rebecca. A Colombian beauty. I don't talk much about her cause she didn't impact my life the way Violet and Rebecca did. Don't get me wrong, she left her scars on me and emotional damage but I guess not deep enough. I only spent a year with her where as it was five with Violet and four with Rebecca. I guess one year's worth of damage isn't as bad as nine with the other two.
My mind then thinks about these things and other stuff with friends. I just spins and spins and spins....
Friday, January 8, 2010
It's Colder than A Witches...
...you know what.
I've holed myself up in my apartment for the weekend. Bought plenty of food, drinks and have a ton of reading material.
Worked called me to work two days overtime. I didn't even answer the phone. I'm on a four day weekend and don't feel like doing squat.
Only thing I had planned was to go to a movie. I went and saw Avatar 3D. Not bad. Not great but definitely worth the price of admission for the afternoon matinee.
I thought about killing an afternoon at the booby bar and seeing some naked women but I decided not to.
Figure with contract negotiations coming up this year I need to save my money. While I doubt the odds of a strike or lockout are small there still is the chance. I'm in a good spot financially if it comes to that. My lease is up at around the time the work stoppage could happen. I'll have enough to give my 60 notice when either the company or union give their notice of intent to lockout or strike. I'll just pack up my stuff and move in with my sister or mom until we get back to work. We have a strike fund so I can at least pay my truck note, insurance and gas. If we get locked out we get the strike fund and unemployment so I'll have my bases covered no matter what.
Well, I'm going to go get a few more vegetables to complete what I need for a beef soup. Then I'm curling up with a book while it cooks.
I've holed myself up in my apartment for the weekend. Bought plenty of food, drinks and have a ton of reading material.
Worked called me to work two days overtime. I didn't even answer the phone. I'm on a four day weekend and don't feel like doing squat.
Only thing I had planned was to go to a movie. I went and saw Avatar 3D. Not bad. Not great but definitely worth the price of admission for the afternoon matinee.
I thought about killing an afternoon at the booby bar and seeing some naked women but I decided not to.
Figure with contract negotiations coming up this year I need to save my money. While I doubt the odds of a strike or lockout are small there still is the chance. I'm in a good spot financially if it comes to that. My lease is up at around the time the work stoppage could happen. I'll have enough to give my 60 notice when either the company or union give their notice of intent to lockout or strike. I'll just pack up my stuff and move in with my sister or mom until we get back to work. We have a strike fund so I can at least pay my truck note, insurance and gas. If we get locked out we get the strike fund and unemployment so I'll have my bases covered no matter what.
Well, I'm going to go get a few more vegetables to complete what I need for a beef soup. Then I'm curling up with a book while it cooks.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sigh....Festivus is Over
The Festivus Holiday season is over. It was back to work today after a nice five day break. Fortunately it's one of my short weeks as I only work three days.
Well I think things with Sophia have hit a wall. We've exchanged a few text messages over the holidays but she didn't return a couple of my calls. She's usually very good about calling back and replying to texts. Her replies were very short and not much said. Something in the back of my mind wonders if she's seeing someone or just busy over the holidays.
Binks, my best friend, thought he was going to get fired from his job. They told him to come up with options when he and his supervisor were to meet with HR. That was three weeks ago. He talked to someone in the know. They told him not to worry cause they don't have shit on him. The supervisor just wants him out and is trying to force his hand. Fortunately he has the upper hand and can call the shots. She can't fire him and he will try to leverage her hate for him into a transfer. Or he hopes the second job he has can offer a few dollars more an hour and he can quit his first job.
Rebecca is her usual self. Not much going on with her. Just trying to keep her store above water and make it through this down time in the economy.
Any references to Violet will only be in the past tense. Even though I had her phone line suspended back in October I hadn't purged it from my account. I finally got around to that I think at the beginning of December. I hadn't done it because the penalty to shut off her phone was expensive. I finally did the math and figured it was cheaper to pay the one time fee and pay less per month once I did. It was very liberating. It felt like a weight and burden lifted off my back. I believe the Chapter of Violet is closed forever in my book.
That's my mini update for now.
Night.
The Pope
Well I think things with Sophia have hit a wall. We've exchanged a few text messages over the holidays but she didn't return a couple of my calls. She's usually very good about calling back and replying to texts. Her replies were very short and not much said. Something in the back of my mind wonders if she's seeing someone or just busy over the holidays.
Binks, my best friend, thought he was going to get fired from his job. They told him to come up with options when he and his supervisor were to meet with HR. That was three weeks ago. He talked to someone in the know. They told him not to worry cause they don't have shit on him. The supervisor just wants him out and is trying to force his hand. Fortunately he has the upper hand and can call the shots. She can't fire him and he will try to leverage her hate for him into a transfer. Or he hopes the second job he has can offer a few dollars more an hour and he can quit his first job.
Rebecca is her usual self. Not much going on with her. Just trying to keep her store above water and make it through this down time in the economy.
Any references to Violet will only be in the past tense. Even though I had her phone line suspended back in October I hadn't purged it from my account. I finally got around to that I think at the beginning of December. I hadn't done it because the penalty to shut off her phone was expensive. I finally did the math and figured it was cheaper to pay the one time fee and pay less per month once I did. It was very liberating. It felt like a weight and burden lifted off my back. I believe the Chapter of Violet is closed forever in my book.
That's my mini update for now.
Night.
The Pope
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Pontiff Maximus
One of the gifts I have as Pope is the ability to pick up and have sex with strippers. That's right, I fuck strippers. It's not a habit I partake of often but I have a few notches on my bedpost due to strippers.
It's a mixed bag. Is it a gift or a curse? Not sure it's something to brag about but this blog is where I can sometimes reveal things I dare not reveal elsewhere.
So the latest squeeze I met a few weeks ago at one of the local haunts. It seemed a routine night for me. I was going to embark on a marathon of working overtime do I decided to let off a little steam before hand.
So she came and sat with me. I know she's hustling. It's what they do and how they make money. I know that. I harbor no illusions about what's going on. They are they to help create a fantasy and to make money. They aren't there to be a friend, lover, girlfriend or otherwise. They are there to make money. Period.
I must have some kind of charm around me sometimes. This started as a routine sit down, yeah let's go to the private area and get some dances.
It started off slow enough. Most strippers let you touch them, even though it's illegal locally, and even play with their breast and play some grab ass. In turn they may dry hump my hard rod and if she's really good she can make it feel real good. Not to the point of coming but pleasurable none the less.
So we go in the back where they have private rooms. She dances are simple enough. She rubs her ass on my crotch to wake my boy up. One she gets it working she turns around to let me see the front view. Very nice but I can tell they are fake. If not monstrous fake breast can not only look great but feel great too. Modern science has come a long way on fake tits. I reach up to cop a feel but she pushes me a way. I'm thinking this is one of the few who don't like tit touching. Fair enough. I just get a couple more dances and move to another stripper.
Then she slowly unleashed herself on me. It started with the light kiss and then she got wilder. The kisses can longer and harder. We went into full make out mode. We are open mouth kissing and some tongue action is going on. She turns to face me and gives me a mouth full of breasts.
As the night goes on she continues the dry hump dances. By this point my cock is screaming to come out and hard against my slacks. She's rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks. I tell her I need a break from her dancing. We sat a bit. The next go round she's really into it. We continue to making out While she's got her lip open with her tongue darting around in my mouth she's pumping my cock with her hand.
As it progresses, she unzips my pants partial and slides her hands into my pants. She reaches into my boxer jockeys and grips my cock. While she's kissing me she's giving me a great hand job. She's into it big time. She then leaned in for me to take her tits in my mouth and suck them. She starts to moan with fake pleasure? Remember I'm still skeptical.
She then puts her face between my legs and licks the outline of my hard on through my pants. She then put the head in her mouth and sucks on that and gives me a clothed blow job.
She stood up and pulled her thing aside to show me her pussy. At first she I thought she wanted me to take a look. She leaned over and said how wet I was making her. I slipped my finger into her pussy and she was soaked. I masturbated her for a while. Then she sat on my lap facing me letting me rub and suck her tits.
And so it went for a while. She claimed how exciting I was to work for and gave me a few dances on the house.
We exchanged numbers and decided another session is worth it.
Good night,
It's good to be the Pope
It's a mixed bag. Is it a gift or a curse? Not sure it's something to brag about but this blog is where I can sometimes reveal things I dare not reveal elsewhere.
So the latest squeeze I met a few weeks ago at one of the local haunts. It seemed a routine night for me. I was going to embark on a marathon of working overtime do I decided to let off a little steam before hand.
So she came and sat with me. I know she's hustling. It's what they do and how they make money. I know that. I harbor no illusions about what's going on. They are they to help create a fantasy and to make money. They aren't there to be a friend, lover, girlfriend or otherwise. They are there to make money. Period.
I must have some kind of charm around me sometimes. This started as a routine sit down, yeah let's go to the private area and get some dances.
It started off slow enough. Most strippers let you touch them, even though it's illegal locally, and even play with their breast and play some grab ass. In turn they may dry hump my hard rod and if she's really good she can make it feel real good. Not to the point of coming but pleasurable none the less.
So we go in the back where they have private rooms. She dances are simple enough. She rubs her ass on my crotch to wake my boy up. One she gets it working she turns around to let me see the front view. Very nice but I can tell they are fake. If not monstrous fake breast can not only look great but feel great too. Modern science has come a long way on fake tits. I reach up to cop a feel but she pushes me a way. I'm thinking this is one of the few who don't like tit touching. Fair enough. I just get a couple more dances and move to another stripper.
Then she slowly unleashed herself on me. It started with the light kiss and then she got wilder. The kisses can longer and harder. We went into full make out mode. We are open mouth kissing and some tongue action is going on. She turns to face me and gives me a mouth full of breasts.
As the night goes on she continues the dry hump dances. By this point my cock is screaming to come out and hard against my slacks. She's rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks. I tell her I need a break from her dancing. We sat a bit. The next go round she's really into it. We continue to making out While she's got her lip open with her tongue darting around in my mouth she's pumping my cock with her hand.
As it progresses, she unzips my pants partial and slides her hands into my pants. She reaches into my boxer jockeys and grips my cock. While she's kissing me she's giving me a great hand job. She's into it big time. She then leaned in for me to take her tits in my mouth and suck them. She starts to moan with fake pleasure? Remember I'm still skeptical.
She then puts her face between my legs and licks the outline of my hard on through my pants. She then put the head in her mouth and sucks on that and gives me a clothed blow job.
She stood up and pulled her thing aside to show me her pussy. At first she I thought she wanted me to take a look. She leaned over and said how wet I was making her. I slipped my finger into her pussy and she was soaked. I masturbated her for a while. Then she sat on my lap facing me letting me rub and suck her tits.
And so it went for a while. She claimed how exciting I was to work for and gave me a few dances on the house.
We exchanged numbers and decided another session is worth it.
Good night,
It's good to be the Pope
Friday, January 1, 2010
Bring in the New Year!
I'll bring the New Year of 2010 with a story about...
How the One Who Almost Was Became the One Who Never Will Be
Confusing enough? You won't be after this episode of Soap.
I'll try to keep it simple but it really isn't a simple story.
I'm not even going to give this woman a name like I normally do for my real life characters in this little Pope melodrama.
Okay, if you are up to date, you know I transferred positions within my company at the end of Spring 2009. It has been quiet an adjustment. In the process I became friends with a female coworker. We hit it off really well. How well? I thought that this might have relationship potential.
Of course there was one issue. Her live in boyfriend. Plus she's got her own issues. She swore up and down that she was eventually leaving him. So I kept thinking I can wait this out a bit. We did try to spend sometime together but low and behold he'd show up either uninvited or invited at the last minute. That got old real quick.
She's got a good heart and is to nice. She took in a worthless relative because he had no options left. She's basically treating someone in his mid 20s like a teenager, paying his court costs and a whole bunch of other shit to help him clear his record to go into the military. I don't have a problem with it but for the constant bitching.
This woman isn't from the area. By some weird fluke process the company offered her a job in this plant when she applied for a job in another plant in another state. It's unheard of within my company. But it's a good job so she took it but now she has no friends and family around her.
With no relatives or friends in the area she tries extremely hard to socialize with coworkers. I understand that. I don't do it on purpose cause I keep my social life and work life separate. Violet, Rebecca or any other woman I've dated has never been to a company function or met any coworkers. That's how I am. So besides me, she befriended another fellow transferee, also a woman. They hit it off great and go out to dinner and lonely girl tries to solve her problems.
Lonely Girl, there I gave her a name, also hit it off with another woman at work. This woman asked her to help plan a party. Lonely Girl is besides herself with joy that she has friends now. At first I was happy for her but over the weeks she doesn't shut the fuck up about the planning and the party. I don't give a rat's ass. So when she announced in the lunch room that some people were extremely jealous that she was invited and they weren't, it took everything I had in me to keep from doing two thing. First, I had to keep from throwing up. Second, I had to keep from mouthing off like I normally do. I wanted to stand up and yell,"Goddamn, no one gives a fuck. No one cares. You are making everybody fucking sick with your pretentious yammering on about it. I hope it goes up in fucking flames you Goddamn lunatic." Instead I looked at my coworker sitting next to me and rolled my eyes.
So the next thing she needed was to work day shift so she could take her relative to court. Understandable. A coworker volunteered to work Lonely Girl's night shift. It created a problem so someone else also volunteered to help out and stay on the night shift. Two people had to give up their day shifts to accommodate Lonely Girl's scheduling requests. I had to give up the peace and quiet of night shift to help her out. Basically three people got moved for her benefit. So the next time we are schedule to work days, the supervisor put us on nights. It's fair. Two people had to give up their day shifts and now are getting them back next week.
Lonely Girl goes ape shit and turns into the drama queen on how she can't work so many night shifts in a row, how she'll never get to work out with her coworker, ever, if they move her and blah blah blah blah.
I kept my lid shut. She wants to file a grievance. She always wants to file a grievance. My reply, I'm the shop steward, will be, I can't take it. She practiced in individual negotiation to get what she wanted. She didn't follow protocol to change shifts so now the supervisor is rectifying the imbalance created. Had she followed proper procedure she'd have a case but the Union can't back up individual deals. Also if I take the grievance the other two coworkers will have one to file too. They got screwed out of a day shift and can file one to get it back and they have a stronger case than Lonely Girl. She hasn't asked me to file one yet and I won't but I'm betting Monday that she will.
So that's how Lonely Girl went from potential relationship material to someone who never will be and is walking a fine line with me friendship wise to because I've come to the firm belief that she is just batshit fucking crazy.
Happy New Year,
Pope John Paul III
How the One Who Almost Was Became the One Who Never Will Be
Confusing enough? You won't be after this episode of Soap.
I'll try to keep it simple but it really isn't a simple story.
I'm not even going to give this woman a name like I normally do for my real life characters in this little Pope melodrama.
Okay, if you are up to date, you know I transferred positions within my company at the end of Spring 2009. It has been quiet an adjustment. In the process I became friends with a female coworker. We hit it off really well. How well? I thought that this might have relationship potential.
Of course there was one issue. Her live in boyfriend. Plus she's got her own issues. She swore up and down that she was eventually leaving him. So I kept thinking I can wait this out a bit. We did try to spend sometime together but low and behold he'd show up either uninvited or invited at the last minute. That got old real quick.
She's got a good heart and is to nice. She took in a worthless relative because he had no options left. She's basically treating someone in his mid 20s like a teenager, paying his court costs and a whole bunch of other shit to help him clear his record to go into the military. I don't have a problem with it but for the constant bitching.
This woman isn't from the area. By some weird fluke process the company offered her a job in this plant when she applied for a job in another plant in another state. It's unheard of within my company. But it's a good job so she took it but now she has no friends and family around her.
With no relatives or friends in the area she tries extremely hard to socialize with coworkers. I understand that. I don't do it on purpose cause I keep my social life and work life separate. Violet, Rebecca or any other woman I've dated has never been to a company function or met any coworkers. That's how I am. So besides me, she befriended another fellow transferee, also a woman. They hit it off great and go out to dinner and lonely girl tries to solve her problems.
Lonely Girl, there I gave her a name, also hit it off with another woman at work. This woman asked her to help plan a party. Lonely Girl is besides herself with joy that she has friends now. At first I was happy for her but over the weeks she doesn't shut the fuck up about the planning and the party. I don't give a rat's ass. So when she announced in the lunch room that some people were extremely jealous that she was invited and they weren't, it took everything I had in me to keep from doing two thing. First, I had to keep from throwing up. Second, I had to keep from mouthing off like I normally do. I wanted to stand up and yell,"Goddamn, no one gives a fuck. No one cares. You are making everybody fucking sick with your pretentious yammering on about it. I hope it goes up in fucking flames you Goddamn lunatic." Instead I looked at my coworker sitting next to me and rolled my eyes.
So the next thing she needed was to work day shift so she could take her relative to court. Understandable. A coworker volunteered to work Lonely Girl's night shift. It created a problem so someone else also volunteered to help out and stay on the night shift. Two people had to give up their day shifts to accommodate Lonely Girl's scheduling requests. I had to give up the peace and quiet of night shift to help her out. Basically three people got moved for her benefit. So the next time we are schedule to work days, the supervisor put us on nights. It's fair. Two people had to give up their day shifts and now are getting them back next week.
Lonely Girl goes ape shit and turns into the drama queen on how she can't work so many night shifts in a row, how she'll never get to work out with her coworker, ever, if they move her and blah blah blah blah.
I kept my lid shut. She wants to file a grievance. She always wants to file a grievance. My reply, I'm the shop steward, will be, I can't take it. She practiced in individual negotiation to get what she wanted. She didn't follow protocol to change shifts so now the supervisor is rectifying the imbalance created. Had she followed proper procedure she'd have a case but the Union can't back up individual deals. Also if I take the grievance the other two coworkers will have one to file too. They got screwed out of a day shift and can file one to get it back and they have a stronger case than Lonely Girl. She hasn't asked me to file one yet and I won't but I'm betting Monday that she will.
So that's how Lonely Girl went from potential relationship material to someone who never will be and is walking a fine line with me friendship wise to because I've come to the firm belief that she is just batshit fucking crazy.
Happy New Year,
Pope John Paul III
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