Brothers and Sisters, let the healing begin.
Worst.
Week.
Evar.
So not only do I have to deal with a break up and the lovely surprise parting gift I received not three days ago (accept the vagueness for now because tomorrow I'm writing the whole damn thing out from start to finish!) but this evening I received a little feedback about my job performance and guess what? Yeah, you guessed it, I SUCK!
It's like theres this localized weather system of airborne shite and if it's name were Katrina then I'd be New Orleans.
I kid you not, my love life is in upheaval and now I find out that management's general zeit geist regarding me is a little better than, "So how long would it take to replace him?" I won't bore you with specific details because really, what the fuck do you care? However, I will say that some of the specific notes I heard were valid and some I'd like to at least think, not so much. Any other time if this were to happen I'd take it as constructive criticism, acknowledge and move on. Tonight though all I can think is, *sigh* "Didn't need that."
To cap it all off I have to come home to an empty apartment save for Simon the corgi and he's not much of a conversationalist (but he's a great listener!) and figure out how I'm going to kill the next few hours before I can finally fall asleep. I decide that treating myself; indulging in some type of vice that I normally save for special occasions is the best course of action for the evening. I don't like the drugs (but the drugs like me!) so my choices are either cigars or spirits. Since I already drank it up the night I found out about...well, since I already got drunk this week I decided on the cigar. The only trouble is, I had none. My humidor was painfully barren and it was already after eight-thirty; I'd need a miracle if I was to make it to the cigar shop I normally frequent before it closed. Nevertheless, I tried and managed to make it there with a few minutes to spare. Only problem was; they were closed and not only were they closed but there was also a sign in the window declaring the shop was relocating to a newer shopping district a few miles closer to my home. That's great for later, but I still needed tobacco. I then remembered that in the aforementioned shopping center there was another cigar shop only now I had less than five minutes to make it back there.
Long story shorter: Close, but no cigar.
So now I've decided that since tobacco was off the agenda then I'd go with the old standby and to quote the eminent sage Homer Simpson:
"Alcohol: the cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems."
Party over here, ya'll. Party over here.
Week.
Evar.
So not only do I have to deal with a break up and the lovely surprise parting gift I received not three days ago (accept the vagueness for now because tomorrow I'm writing the whole damn thing out from start to finish!) but this evening I received a little feedback about my job performance and guess what? Yeah, you guessed it, I SUCK!
It's like theres this localized weather system of airborne shite and if it's name were Katrina then I'd be New Orleans.
I kid you not, my love life is in upheaval and now I find out that management's general zeit geist regarding me is a little better than, "So how long would it take to replace him?" I won't bore you with specific details because really, what the fuck do you care? However, I will say that some of the specific notes I heard were valid and some I'd like to at least think, not so much. Any other time if this were to happen I'd take it as constructive criticism, acknowledge and move on. Tonight though all I can think is, *sigh* "Didn't need that."
To cap it all off I have to come home to an empty apartment save for Simon the corgi and he's not much of a conversationalist (but he's a great listener!) and figure out how I'm going to kill the next few hours before I can finally fall asleep. I decide that treating myself; indulging in some type of vice that I normally save for special occasions is the best course of action for the evening. I don't like the drugs (but the drugs like me!) so my choices are either cigars or spirits. Since I already drank it up the night I found out about...well, since I already got drunk this week I decided on the cigar. The only trouble is, I had none. My humidor was painfully barren and it was already after eight-thirty; I'd need a miracle if I was to make it to the cigar shop I normally frequent before it closed. Nevertheless, I tried and managed to make it there with a few minutes to spare. Only problem was; they were closed and not only were they closed but there was also a sign in the window declaring the shop was relocating to a newer shopping district a few miles closer to my home. That's great for later, but I still needed tobacco. I then remembered that in the aforementioned shopping center there was another cigar shop only now I had less than five minutes to make it back there.
Long story shorter: Close, but no cigar.
So now I've decided that since tobacco was off the agenda then I'd go with the old standby and to quote the eminent sage Homer Simpson:
"Alcohol: the cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems."
Party over here, ya'll. Party over here.