A sour bite to end the meal
Insomnia set in this week and with it has come a real sour attitude. Surprise.
Monday I had to work late along with everyone else (except Managed of course who has been MIA now for almost a month). Because we were going out to Bolingbrook the Prince did not come into the office but "worked at home" until he left at 3:00 for our destination.
We finished up after 8:00 and went to eat, and then I was riding home with the Taco. Unfortunately, he had to make various stops along the way to drop shit off with family. So I didn't get home until 11:00 that night and I was wiped out. Half the car ride the Taco complained about the Prince and how he barely does anything and gets away with it.
Yea, it's called nepotism. You should know about it since you worked at the Playpen as my replacement.
Tuesday the Prince was MIA until after 10:30 when he finally showed up. He claimed to have slept through his alarm (even though he was up and checked the servers) and that he wanted to wait till traffic died. He went with Taco to a client site where he made a comment that they needed to get back to the office cause he needed to head home (at 2:00). Unreal....
Then Wednesday morning one of our clients email was totally down because space on the C drive of their server had dropped below 300 meg. Had the Prince checked the server, he would have been fully aware of it. Warning messages were popping up all over the place and the event log said the issue started at 10:00 the night before.
But, like I've thought for weeks, I do not believe the kid is actually checking the servers every day. This was proof. I actually went and asked the kid about it, even though I am horrible with such confrontation. I basically gave him an out to say "no, I didn't really this morning" but instead he lied right to my face. And then tried to turn it around on me (which didn't work). He then acted very apologetic the rest of the day.
I, of course, told the Boss about the whole thing and said that it was more evidence he wasn't really taking the task seriously. The Boss said he would talk with the kid because "we can't have these kinds of mistakes". Yea... right.
On the home front, someone came yesterday without my knowledge to chop down the big dead tree in back. The thing has been dying for two years and about a month and a half ago this queen that just moved into the upper condo to the east next door knocked on my door asking about info on the landlady, because he felt the tree was a real danger for everyone.
Essentially, he's one of these tight-ass pricks who thinks they are going to move into a neighborhood and make all the changes THEY see fit to make. (On a side note a few weeks later I was out watering and saw the guy and said hello very nicely, and he grunted hello back with this disgusted look on his face like I was some kind of peasant asking him for a dime... I do not get fucking people. You try being nice and they are just fucks.)
So they came yesterday and chopped the tree down. And with it, destroyed several plantings I'd been growing for years. Including two toad lilies that had finally reached maturity enough to where they were going to bloom in a few weeks. They didn't just trample the plants. They massacred them. It looks as if they pulled some out of the ground completely. Others they smashed and hacked to bits. It looked so beyond what would have been necessary in order for them to get at the tree.
I am sour about that whole thing now. I am sour about living in this apartment building now. I'm just fucking sour about life. And it's getting worse with the passing weeks.
My father inexplicably called me on Wednesday after I had talked to my mom earlier to say he was coming to pick me up Sunday so I could join them all for some big south side craft fair. My dad has been getting many tests done in the past few months. Where as previously, the talk of them dying that would ensue on every holiday was half in jest, but the old man is pretty convinced these days his time is about up.
Lung issues run in his family and he smoked for decades like an idiot, so now he's about to pay the price for it. This has all affected my mood as well, as I am being forced to realize my parents are not in fact super human and will soon be gone. It makes me care even less about the day to day bullshit with work I am enduring. And also, makes me feel like an even more selfish prick for living so far away in the city without a car to visit them more regularly.
We had talked about returning to Mardi Gras next year but I think I've decided that I just can't. I have screwed myself so hard financially over the past few years I really doubt there is any hope for recovery. But, spending a few grand on a vacation just doesn't seem right at this point. Instead, I'll just stay here and most likely drink the money away. That is, what I don't spend on Halloween stuff.
I'm hoping for a quiet weekend. One I can spend mostly alone. I'm just over this life right now. Not "life" itself, but the one I am living.
Monday I had to work late along with everyone else (except Managed of course who has been MIA now for almost a month). Because we were going out to Bolingbrook the Prince did not come into the office but "worked at home" until he left at 3:00 for our destination.
We finished up after 8:00 and went to eat, and then I was riding home with the Taco. Unfortunately, he had to make various stops along the way to drop shit off with family. So I didn't get home until 11:00 that night and I was wiped out. Half the car ride the Taco complained about the Prince and how he barely does anything and gets away with it.
Yea, it's called nepotism. You should know about it since you worked at the Playpen as my replacement.
Tuesday the Prince was MIA until after 10:30 when he finally showed up. He claimed to have slept through his alarm (even though he was up and checked the servers) and that he wanted to wait till traffic died. He went with Taco to a client site where he made a comment that they needed to get back to the office cause he needed to head home (at 2:00). Unreal....
Then Wednesday morning one of our clients email was totally down because space on the C drive of their server had dropped below 300 meg. Had the Prince checked the server, he would have been fully aware of it. Warning messages were popping up all over the place and the event log said the issue started at 10:00 the night before.
But, like I've thought for weeks, I do not believe the kid is actually checking the servers every day. This was proof. I actually went and asked the kid about it, even though I am horrible with such confrontation. I basically gave him an out to say "no, I didn't really this morning" but instead he lied right to my face. And then tried to turn it around on me (which didn't work). He then acted very apologetic the rest of the day.
I, of course, told the Boss about the whole thing and said that it was more evidence he wasn't really taking the task seriously. The Boss said he would talk with the kid because "we can't have these kinds of mistakes". Yea... right.
On the home front, someone came yesterday without my knowledge to chop down the big dead tree in back. The thing has been dying for two years and about a month and a half ago this queen that just moved into the upper condo to the east next door knocked on my door asking about info on the landlady, because he felt the tree was a real danger for everyone.
Essentially, he's one of these tight-ass pricks who thinks they are going to move into a neighborhood and make all the changes THEY see fit to make. (On a side note a few weeks later I was out watering and saw the guy and said hello very nicely, and he grunted hello back with this disgusted look on his face like I was some kind of peasant asking him for a dime... I do not get fucking people. You try being nice and they are just fucks.)
So they came yesterday and chopped the tree down. And with it, destroyed several plantings I'd been growing for years. Including two toad lilies that had finally reached maturity enough to where they were going to bloom in a few weeks. They didn't just trample the plants. They massacred them. It looks as if they pulled some out of the ground completely. Others they smashed and hacked to bits. It looked so beyond what would have been necessary in order for them to get at the tree.
I am sour about that whole thing now. I am sour about living in this apartment building now. I'm just fucking sour about life. And it's getting worse with the passing weeks.
My father inexplicably called me on Wednesday after I had talked to my mom earlier to say he was coming to pick me up Sunday so I could join them all for some big south side craft fair. My dad has been getting many tests done in the past few months. Where as previously, the talk of them dying that would ensue on every holiday was half in jest, but the old man is pretty convinced these days his time is about up.
Lung issues run in his family and he smoked for decades like an idiot, so now he's about to pay the price for it. This has all affected my mood as well, as I am being forced to realize my parents are not in fact super human and will soon be gone. It makes me care even less about the day to day bullshit with work I am enduring. And also, makes me feel like an even more selfish prick for living so far away in the city without a car to visit them more regularly.
We had talked about returning to Mardi Gras next year but I think I've decided that I just can't. I have screwed myself so hard financially over the past few years I really doubt there is any hope for recovery. But, spending a few grand on a vacation just doesn't seem right at this point. Instead, I'll just stay here and most likely drink the money away. That is, what I don't spend on Halloween stuff.
I'm hoping for a quiet weekend. One I can spend mostly alone. I'm just over this life right now. Not "life" itself, but the one I am living.