Fuck! It Sucks to Be Me
Today started out to be the best day guys, so I should have known that at one unfortunate but unanticipated point it would all come crashing down, even temporarily. And in reality, as the day went on, I naively started to think that "Hey, maybe this will be the PERFECT DAY that has been so elusive my whole life!" The weather was great, everyone was in a good mood, the coworker I like a lot was there all day and the one I didn't warm up to apparently moved back to Texas and will never be back ever, another coworker bought me coffee, we got lunch provided for a staff meeting I didn't have to attend but got to reap the benefits anyway, I had a nice conversation with Tea, I stayed an extra hour because of a doctor's appointment (therefore earning $14 more dollars), got a second biweekly assignment offer from GayWired ("This Gay Week in Sports"...should be a hoot), and had a nice relaxing wait for the doctor reading more of Emma's manuscript, which made me laugh out loud twice and gasp once.
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Then I saw Dr. House...I mean Kaiser. "Everything looks great. I'm very happy with how it's looking and feeling. See you in three months, then after that we'll start to assess what function you have."
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Wh...three...months?
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"I told you to expect a long recovery time."
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And poof, he was gone.
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Le sigh. One more summer down the tubes. I remembered to ask for a cover for Mr. Bush while I await my expensive camo one in the mail, and almost all the patterns were for women. So I got a red paisley one and THE HOLE IS TOO SMALL. I'm trying to figure out how to reupholster it with scissors without completely ruining it, like cutting a slit in the bottom of the reinforced circle, because if I followed my first plan and just cut a bigger circle, the sewn-on border of the hole through which the pouch is supposed to fit would be border...less, and ostensibly useless. I especially want to have this masterful piece of engineering ready before Jeffrey comes to get me for dinner at his place. Plus I have to make our salad, and shower.
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(By the way, I am aware that there is a legitimate reason I have to have this president for an extended term, and that I should see things in perspective, and I even put on a very convincing show for Dr. Cameron to that effect, but I just wanted to be indignant for the length of one post. Indulge me.)
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Then I saw Dr. House...I mean Kaiser. "Everything looks great. I'm very happy with how it's looking and feeling. See you in three months, then after that we'll start to assess what function you have."
.
Wh...three...months?
.
"I told you to expect a long recovery time."
.
And poof, he was gone.
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Le sigh. One more summer down the tubes. I remembered to ask for a cover for Mr. Bush while I await my expensive camo one in the mail, and almost all the patterns were for women. So I got a red paisley one and THE HOLE IS TOO SMALL. I'm trying to figure out how to reupholster it with scissors without completely ruining it, like cutting a slit in the bottom of the reinforced circle, because if I followed my first plan and just cut a bigger circle, the sewn-on border of the hole through which the pouch is supposed to fit would be border...less, and ostensibly useless. I especially want to have this masterful piece of engineering ready before Jeffrey comes to get me for dinner at his place. Plus I have to make our salad, and shower.
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(By the way, I am aware that there is a legitimate reason I have to have this president for an extended term, and that I should see things in perspective, and I even put on a very convincing show for Dr. Cameron to that effect, but I just wanted to be indignant for the length of one post. Indulge me.)