Thank Gawd for Friday…?

Posted 2009 April 04 Saturday 02:20 Jabberings (2)

Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to chew through the leather straps in the morning.

I got up, in a fairly good mood, but a little late.  I quickly showered and got off to work with only a little fuss.  No comments, no snide comments, a good day…

Maybe…

Once I got to my desk I realized my entire department was on giggle-mode, and I got drawn in.

Then, after most of the day-shifters left, I realized I let one of my employees have the day off.  Normally no big deal, but then I realized I had a whole lotta updates/edits to do to our internal website.  (‘Cause I’ve only been working on these re-writes for a month or three, maybe I should focus and get them done…?)

So, all that gets set to the side and I take calls like a normal HelpDeskian, and that’s when my mind starts wandering.

I started thinking about things I really didn’t have the space in my mind to think about.

Giggle-mode plus Sudden-Desire-to-Work plus Re-route-of-Work-Effort makes for a scattered, emotional day.

Add to that I went to “my bar” (probably not mine for that much longer, the lines are being drawn,) and had to deal with stupidity.

After all them hours, I’m drained.  And I’ve drained about eight beers.

Thank Gawd it’s Friday?

I wish.  Now I have to deal with the “parental” figure (figuratively speaking) for two whole days while I save money to pay first-month and damage deposit on an apartment I haven’t even applied for yet, because I have no moneys, having spent all of it on a new warddrobe (since the last warddrobe consisted of Salvation Army purchases from 1993,) and basic necessities for an apartment, like an iron and a set of hangers.

Now this “parental” figure wants to blame me for the fact that I don’t want to talk to him, after I tried at least seven different times to talk to him for two months in November/December, and the only response I received was “I’m the Parent, Listen to What I Say!” or “I don’t talk about things!”, as well as other general arguments.  Now three months go by and it’s my fault I don’t engage in conversation?

And my love life is a complete mystery that I can’t make sense of, and most of confidances are going through difficulties of their own…

Can you say I really wish for a bus to hit me?

REALLY!

Greyhound!  Divert across me!!!

I haven’t posted for months because I don’t want to whine.  But now I’ve reached the limit.

I know how to fix things, I just have to wait for money.

Damnation.

Have fun, readers.  I’m going to lay low until the next two paychecks come through, then maybe I’ll have much better news.

I’ll try to keep posting, but that’s a maybe.

Skåll!!!