When it rains....
Been awhile, but I just need to rant.
Work's unpleasant. It's the beginning of school, sick people are everywhere, and a coworker's National Guard unit was called up to head to New Orleans for hurricane duty (only to be sent home when they arrived at the base). A dozen event for hundreds of people in the next few days, and I've been handed a football stadium of catering events to organize and set up because we're so short-handed. Add in a good friend now in the hospital fighting cancer, another shot to death a few weeks back, a third having declared bankruptcy and fled west, and an inability to get a roommate in the empty room makes for some crazy times. I mean, how much crazier can you get than the McCain/Palin ticket?
Still, I like it this way. I'm never a fan of business as usual, friends are returning to the college, and I'm exulting in living alone (and earning enough to manage it).
An odd thought came to me a few days ago, after constantly hearing people refer to their "enemies" in casual conversation.
Do I have an enemy? Or enemies? Not competitors or rivals, but actual enemies? How many people do?
I certainly didn't last week when I was thinking of it. Now I'm not so sure. A once close friend of mine, someone who I thought knew me well and understood me a little just made me rethink that by threatening my life. I mean, it's one thing to see it, or hear it, but this was convincing enough to me that this ex-friend is so disconnected from a normal mind-set at the moment that I was convinced that the intent was genuine, and the act plausible. Needless to say, I have acted to blunt such idiocy and acted on the threat. I fully expect this momentary lapse of sanity to pass, but until then I'm happy I'm working mad hours at work.
Co-dependent unhinged ex-lovers suck.
Work's unpleasant. It's the beginning of school, sick people are everywhere, and a coworker's National Guard unit was called up to head to New Orleans for hurricane duty (only to be sent home when they arrived at the base). A dozen event for hundreds of people in the next few days, and I've been handed a football stadium of catering events to organize and set up because we're so short-handed. Add in a good friend now in the hospital fighting cancer, another shot to death a few weeks back, a third having declared bankruptcy and fled west, and an inability to get a roommate in the empty room makes for some crazy times. I mean, how much crazier can you get than the McCain/Palin ticket?
Still, I like it this way. I'm never a fan of business as usual, friends are returning to the college, and I'm exulting in living alone (and earning enough to manage it).
An odd thought came to me a few days ago, after constantly hearing people refer to their "enemies" in casual conversation.
Do I have an enemy? Or enemies? Not competitors or rivals, but actual enemies? How many people do?
I certainly didn't last week when I was thinking of it. Now I'm not so sure. A once close friend of mine, someone who I thought knew me well and understood me a little just made me rethink that by threatening my life. I mean, it's one thing to see it, or hear it, but this was convincing enough to me that this ex-friend is so disconnected from a normal mind-set at the moment that I was convinced that the intent was genuine, and the act plausible. Needless to say, I have acted to blunt such idiocy and acted on the threat. I fully expect this momentary lapse of sanity to pass, but until then I'm happy I'm working mad hours at work.
Co-dependent unhinged ex-lovers suck.