An impasse before Monday's all day meeting bonanza

I had dinner with the parental unit and they said "You should get out next year and work in-house" and, of course, "You should be thinking of settling down and getting married" etc. The room service guy said yesterday "What is a nice young lady like you doing working all day and night - shouldn't you be out on a date with your guy?". The cleaning lady said today "Why aren't you married yet? Is it because you haven't found the right person or because it's not the right time?".

To everyone, I say this: "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, PLEASE."

But I must confess the past two weeks of insane work has made me pause for thought.

I have never been someone who has gunned for partnership or fame 'n glory. Yet anyone who has been in a serious relationship with me has always ended up asking me "Why do you have to work so hard?" at least once. To be honest, I don't know what happened. I don't think I really work that hard - on average. It's just every now and then that I get swept into a malicious swirlpool of a deal. Honest. Most of the times I'm Teflon Girl - work slides off my back like grease from a frying pan. (Or was that hair grease on a comb?). I guess the question is what else could I do that would pay me as much for doing 100 per cent. less work? The only thing I have been able to come up with so far is getting plastic surgery and becoming a porn star. Some cheesy flick it will be. And it might involve lesbian scenes, who knows? At any rate it will be an improvement on the really cheesy ones you get in hotel rooms (for free, around midnight, as a 'taster'. Then after five minutes you have to pay. And no, I don't think it would be funny to charge porn films to the client). The fringe benefits are tempting: I get to wear random colour nail polish and maybe have glitter on my nipples. Oh yay.

Do I want to settle down and get married? At some point in my life, I guess so. I suppose I haven't really thought enough about things like that, because I tend to view it as a question that will be answered of its own accord - you either find someone who asks you to marry him (or her! tee hee) and you do, or you don't and you don't get married, if you see what I mean. I'll think about those things when I've grown up (and once it hits me. As in when someone/it asks me to marry him/her/it).

This afternoon after talking to M., I felt quite sad. He really is so far away - literally on the other side of the Earth. I don't care about the details, I just want us to be together. December is not coming along soon enough.