Half-update including much vagueness
So with that title I suppose no one will read this so maybe I can actually post what really goes on in this brain of mine...
Nah.
Ok, so what has occurred in my ever-so-wonderful life since my last post? Well, either most of the events were unimportant or I'm too tired to think or I am drinking (again) and trying to forget or all of the above. Saturday was actually quite pleasant. Ed's grandparents in WV are the nicest, sweetest, bestest people in the whole wide world. My soon to be mother-in-law and I seemed to hsve straightened things out hopefully for good this time. Only bad part about the day was finding out what horrible nasty mean rotten jerks his cousins are. I wish many plagues of bad insects on both their homes.
Sunday I adopted two more hermit crabs. Margo gave me the first one last week. I love them. I even have a contest going at work on what to name them... When I remember to write down all the suggestions from off my white board, I will put them in an entry.
Monday was the beloved boss's first day back from vacation. That is all I care to divluge on that subject.
Tuesday I squeezed myself in for a hair trim and a nail fill. Then I went to Kohl's to buy some nice clothes for the big outing on Wed. Found what I would call "the perfect outfit" which didn't seem to make my ass look so large and was classy comfy and wouldn't show the horrible underarm marks that appear when I am stressed.
Wednesday morning I seriously thought about trying to sprain an ankle (which was ixnayed cause I still would like to golf with my league!) or get food poisoning so I could get out of going golfing with tweedle dee (a.k.a. the beloved boss) and tweedle dumbererererer. Spent a good portion of the morning at Rob's desk where I begged him to convincingly tell me I looked cute and that I was smart and great, etc. Basically had him boost my confidence enough that I might make it through two holes without needing a twelve pack to myself. Plus I found someone else who thought along the same lines as myself about certain people and their qualifications and such but I didn't want to get into that conversation right then because it would ruin my getting high off his fun flirty compliments about my ass. Got royally pissed about the one recon I had to sign off on before we left around 11. By hole 4 I think I finished both beers allotted to me for the front nine. Yeah, it was going that well. I just LOVE being put in a situation where I am certainly going to be directly compared to Ditzy D. Dumbererer and am forced to ride in a cart and make small talk and try to like bond over stupid shit and stuff. We all stopped at the turn and Dan the vendor man bought us lunch. By hole 12 I thought I was going to drown myself in the next 2 foot gully I saw. The next three beers (after the one I had at lunch) helped take the edge off a bit. When Ditzy said she couldn't go out to dinner afterwards cause it was her and her guy's "date night" I thought I was going to puke from all the ooohs and ahhhs of 'cuteness'... NOT from the however many beers on little food. Ended up trying to find Delaney's from Ditzy's directions, stupid boss was following me and we lost Dan somehow. Dumbo boss made ME get out and find someone to ask where the place was. At least we found the right street. Anyway, somehow pretty much right at the beginning of the conversation at dinner, Dan thought to ask me if I was really 'sure that I wanted to get married' It was just super. Well, I guess just recently it was Dan and his wife's 25th anniversary. So for the rest of dinner I got to hear him and idiot boss go on and on about married life and I wished that I could have broken the window next to me and used the shards of glass to gauge my eyeballs out then light my hair on fire and jump in a vat of Bacardi 151. Unfortunately I had already cut myself off with the pint glass of Blue Moon during appetizers.
So I call my sister on the way home, forgetting (I think more likely not knowing) she was in Myrtle Beach and I guess I sounded a little drunk. I was not drunk. I was unhappy and trying to stop crying. Big difference.
Got home at 8, walked directly into the bedroom, and passed out till the morning. Although I think I talked to my mom real quick but I don't know what she said. Perhaps she complained again about me not calling the rev to schedule some time to talk with us. Or something about invitations...
Thursday (today) Margo greets me with a "I wish I would have saved your voicemail message" Yeah, she loved my emotionally frazzled out ramblings as well I guess. Wished I could just pass out under a conference room table for the rest of the day. Took ibuprofen cause dammit my wrist hurt like hell. Did I mention I've never played 18 in a row before? Got annoyed as usual when my 'thinks he has to put his two cents into everything' boss tried to explain something to the auditors when he just ended up confusing them. Now I like to think I can read people pretty well... I'd say about 87.5% of the time. So I knew where the lady's thought process was going as I was explaining the process to her. Ding-dong boss thought he was 'special' enough to try and finish my sentences so he started off on a tangent and prolonged the meeting ...sigh... I critize at every chance yet I still care. Dammit.
Friday-- to be determined
Saturday-- CHICAGO!!! YEY!!! I can't get in any trouble out there ;) hehehe Can't wait to see Laura, Chris, and baby Garrett
Ciao for now...
Nah.
Ok, so what has occurred in my ever-so-wonderful life since my last post? Well, either most of the events were unimportant or I'm too tired to think or I am drinking (again) and trying to forget or all of the above. Saturday was actually quite pleasant. Ed's grandparents in WV are the nicest, sweetest, bestest people in the whole wide world. My soon to be mother-in-law and I seemed to hsve straightened things out hopefully for good this time. Only bad part about the day was finding out what horrible nasty mean rotten jerks his cousins are. I wish many plagues of bad insects on both their homes.
Sunday I adopted two more hermit crabs. Margo gave me the first one last week. I love them. I even have a contest going at work on what to name them... When I remember to write down all the suggestions from off my white board, I will put them in an entry.
Monday was the beloved boss's first day back from vacation. That is all I care to divluge on that subject.
Tuesday I squeezed myself in for a hair trim and a nail fill. Then I went to Kohl's to buy some nice clothes for the big outing on Wed. Found what I would call "the perfect outfit" which didn't seem to make my ass look so large and was classy comfy and wouldn't show the horrible underarm marks that appear when I am stressed.
Wednesday morning I seriously thought about trying to sprain an ankle (which was ixnayed cause I still would like to golf with my league!) or get food poisoning so I could get out of going golfing with tweedle dee (a.k.a. the beloved boss) and tweedle dumbererererer. Spent a good portion of the morning at Rob's desk where I begged him to convincingly tell me I looked cute and that I was smart and great, etc. Basically had him boost my confidence enough that I might make it through two holes without needing a twelve pack to myself. Plus I found someone else who thought along the same lines as myself about certain people and their qualifications and such but I didn't want to get into that conversation right then because it would ruin my getting high off his fun flirty compliments about my ass. Got royally pissed about the one recon I had to sign off on before we left around 11. By hole 4 I think I finished both beers allotted to me for the front nine. Yeah, it was going that well. I just LOVE being put in a situation where I am certainly going to be directly compared to Ditzy D. Dumbererer and am forced to ride in a cart and make small talk and try to like bond over stupid shit and stuff. We all stopped at the turn and Dan the vendor man bought us lunch. By hole 12 I thought I was going to drown myself in the next 2 foot gully I saw. The next three beers (after the one I had at lunch) helped take the edge off a bit. When Ditzy said she couldn't go out to dinner afterwards cause it was her and her guy's "date night" I thought I was going to puke from all the ooohs and ahhhs of 'cuteness'... NOT from the however many beers on little food. Ended up trying to find Delaney's from Ditzy's directions, stupid boss was following me and we lost Dan somehow. Dumbo boss made ME get out and find someone to ask where the place was. At least we found the right street. Anyway, somehow pretty much right at the beginning of the conversation at dinner, Dan thought to ask me if I was really 'sure that I wanted to get married' It was just super. Well, I guess just recently it was Dan and his wife's 25th anniversary. So for the rest of dinner I got to hear him and idiot boss go on and on about married life and I wished that I could have broken the window next to me and used the shards of glass to gauge my eyeballs out then light my hair on fire and jump in a vat of Bacardi 151. Unfortunately I had already cut myself off with the pint glass of Blue Moon during appetizers.
So I call my sister on the way home, forgetting (I think more likely not knowing) she was in Myrtle Beach and I guess I sounded a little drunk. I was not drunk. I was unhappy and trying to stop crying. Big difference.
Got home at 8, walked directly into the bedroom, and passed out till the morning. Although I think I talked to my mom real quick but I don't know what she said. Perhaps she complained again about me not calling the rev to schedule some time to talk with us. Or something about invitations...
Thursday (today) Margo greets me with a "I wish I would have saved your voicemail message" Yeah, she loved my emotionally frazzled out ramblings as well I guess. Wished I could just pass out under a conference room table for the rest of the day. Took ibuprofen cause dammit my wrist hurt like hell. Did I mention I've never played 18 in a row before? Got annoyed as usual when my 'thinks he has to put his two cents into everything' boss tried to explain something to the auditors when he just ended up confusing them. Now I like to think I can read people pretty well... I'd say about 87.5% of the time. So I knew where the lady's thought process was going as I was explaining the process to her. Ding-dong boss thought he was 'special' enough to try and finish my sentences so he started off on a tangent and prolonged the meeting ...sigh... I critize at every chance yet I still care. Dammit.
Friday-- to be determined
Saturday-- CHICAGO!!! YEY!!! I can't get in any trouble out there ;) hehehe Can't wait to see Laura, Chris, and baby Garrett
Ciao for now...