It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Rush
It always happens. It's happened for years and will happen for years to come. Anytime I plan on taking time off of work, a shitstorm hits. The customers don't even know I am taking days off, yet somehow through mystical workings of the universe they all individually come at me with every kind of inane issue right before I start my vacation.
Two idiots from the same place up north came at me with two different issues, out of nowhere, not even knowing the other had emailed me. Two people I never, EVER hear from. And of course, the one issue is impossible to fix remotely. So now come Tuesday I have to drive up to fricken Niles to try fixing it. On the plus side, if I am feeling up to it I'll be able to swing through Andersonville and get that damned record I want.
Even now I am still getting copied on emails with bullshit that likely could have been dealt with days ago. But, MYSTERIOUSLY, there was no movement on it for days. In fact, I emailed the CFO at the Meat Packer two different emails FOUR days ago and got no response from him. But, you better believe when he needed me today he expected immediate results.
Utter. Fucking. Bullshit.
In between dealing with morons and helplessly inept luddites I did a ton of laundry, setup the spare bed frame and un-bagged the new mattress. Though I discovered the mattress pad I bought to go on top of the old mattress needs 48 hours to "breath" and expand. It smells like a Chinese warehouse in here right now from it. I am debating leaving the window open in here overnight just so it can hopefully air out, since we didn't leave ourselves 48 hours for this minor detail.
I think the Sparrow's family is getting here around 5 or 6 tomorrow night. I also discovered that we may be driving into pandemonium on Monday. It looks like every Air BNB and motel all along the route of the eclipse is booked. And airfare out of Indianapolis to Chicago is over ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS Tuesday morning. If I had a say in this, which I don't because I am just along for the ride, I would be going nowhere near any of these areas on Monday. Not because I am scared of the Apocalypse, but because I don't fucking like people. And there's nothing worse than being around a mob of them all trying to get in on the same trend.
I've walked over 10,000 steps already today. I am exhausted but there's still more to do. Thank the maker the Sparrow is bringing me White Castle for dinner. Ever since we started eating better, what with the juicing and salads and all that, we never have anything to eat around here. We knew how to get started, but I guess we are lazy and have done no kind of menu planning for meals. We also have done no menu planning for all our guests. I have no clue what we are making for breakfast or dinner at any point this weekend.
The Bro-In-Law is cooking dinner Sunday, which is both great and dreadful. He's a good cook, but dreadful because once my in-laws all getting talking, they talk for HOURS and we likely won't get home Sunday night until after 11 PM. That's three hours after I am used to being in bed. There's no such thing as sleeping in in our house. I'll still be up with the damn cats at 5:30 in the morning.
I honestly don't mind houseguests. And his family is just fine. I have no real issue with them, except for his psychotic, troglodytic older brother. Oh, and the fact his sister just got a dog because I hate dog people. But other than that, I have no issues. I kinda wish they lived up here so we could have real holidays and stuff and not the insufferable, dramatic events we go through with my family.
I am so tired. And I don't feel like fruit smoothies and juicing in the mornings is giving me any of the added energy I need. It could also be that it's been gray, raining and cold out for three or four days. Have I ever mentioned I hate Spring?
Two idiots from the same place up north came at me with two different issues, out of nowhere, not even knowing the other had emailed me. Two people I never, EVER hear from. And of course, the one issue is impossible to fix remotely. So now come Tuesday I have to drive up to fricken Niles to try fixing it. On the plus side, if I am feeling up to it I'll be able to swing through Andersonville and get that damned record I want.
Even now I am still getting copied on emails with bullshit that likely could have been dealt with days ago. But, MYSTERIOUSLY, there was no movement on it for days. In fact, I emailed the CFO at the Meat Packer two different emails FOUR days ago and got no response from him. But, you better believe when he needed me today he expected immediate results.
Utter. Fucking. Bullshit.
In between dealing with morons and helplessly inept luddites I did a ton of laundry, setup the spare bed frame and un-bagged the new mattress. Though I discovered the mattress pad I bought to go on top of the old mattress needs 48 hours to "breath" and expand. It smells like a Chinese warehouse in here right now from it. I am debating leaving the window open in here overnight just so it can hopefully air out, since we didn't leave ourselves 48 hours for this minor detail.
I think the Sparrow's family is getting here around 5 or 6 tomorrow night. I also discovered that we may be driving into pandemonium on Monday. It looks like every Air BNB and motel all along the route of the eclipse is booked. And airfare out of Indianapolis to Chicago is over ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS Tuesday morning. If I had a say in this, which I don't because I am just along for the ride, I would be going nowhere near any of these areas on Monday. Not because I am scared of the Apocalypse, but because I don't fucking like people. And there's nothing worse than being around a mob of them all trying to get in on the same trend.
I've walked over 10,000 steps already today. I am exhausted but there's still more to do. Thank the maker the Sparrow is bringing me White Castle for dinner. Ever since we started eating better, what with the juicing and salads and all that, we never have anything to eat around here. We knew how to get started, but I guess we are lazy and have done no kind of menu planning for meals. We also have done no menu planning for all our guests. I have no clue what we are making for breakfast or dinner at any point this weekend.
The Bro-In-Law is cooking dinner Sunday, which is both great and dreadful. He's a good cook, but dreadful because once my in-laws all getting talking, they talk for HOURS and we likely won't get home Sunday night until after 11 PM. That's three hours after I am used to being in bed. There's no such thing as sleeping in in our house. I'll still be up with the damn cats at 5:30 in the morning.
I honestly don't mind houseguests. And his family is just fine. I have no real issue with them, except for his psychotic, troglodytic older brother. Oh, and the fact his sister just got a dog because I hate dog people. But other than that, I have no issues. I kinda wish they lived up here so we could have real holidays and stuff and not the insufferable, dramatic events we go through with my family.
I am so tired. And I don't feel like fruit smoothies and juicing in the mornings is giving me any of the added energy I need. It could also be that it's been gray, raining and cold out for three or four days. Have I ever mentioned I hate Spring?