November 21st, 2004 
Quote:Originally posted by actionPlant
Monday: Insanely busy at work, came in to find out other people weren't doing their job and now I have to straighten out the mess. Fun. Realize I haven't heard back from a client who has probably since walked. Sucky. Sex that night sucks. I won't be interested in participating any more this week.Tuesday: Girlfriend screws up her checkbook, bounces like five checks that day (one being the check for the car repairs from the week before). She calls me in a panic and I have to run home leaving my office completely unmanned with 120 people making demands, just to save her *** and get money in the bank. I spend the evening ticked off at her, and showed her AGAIN how to properly do a budget.
Wednesday: Crappy day at work, I ream out three of my employees which always stresses me out. My boss calls me long distance to ask me questions I can't answer, so I scramble and stress even more. I decide to alleviate stress by spending copious amounts of cash...I get Chinese takeout and a stack of dvds. On the way home, the girlfriend starts asking about amounts of money which I spent hours and hours detailing over the past couple of weeks. She asks the same questions as if she hasn't paid attention. I get mad. She goes to bed crying. Effing perfect.
Thursday: she's still upset that I get annoyed when she doesn't pay attention. This day is getting worse; holiday planning is in full swing and I've got three calls at any given moment among which I'm juggling and trying to plan and answer questions. I start feeling more like a babysitter for my employees than someone who has spent the past four years trying to enable them to do their job and make their own decisions. Mom calls; tomorrow is grandma's 85th birthday. That's nice, mom...but I already committed to getting absolutely smashed with another buddy for HIS birthday. I'll call grandma later, but I know a guilt trip is coming.
Friday: have to buy a gift of some sort for my buddy. I figure I'll just do it on my lunch break, grab a bite to eat and head back to work. I let girlfriend take my car. She calls me fifteen minutes before she's supposed to meet me for lunch. She locked her keys in the house, is locked out of the car and can't get in through the garage. I call my dad who I know is driving into town that day. I wind up getting a twenty minute break (I live almost twenty minutes from work), have to drive like hell to get her into the house, stop by and grab something at radio shack on the way back to work, and go without eating for the day. She knows I'm so pissed that she doesn't even try to talk to me for the rest of the day. I party that night with my buddy...after about five shots they start talking about the pope and how evil gay people are. I get mad and do more shots. I lose track of life in general. I am now a raging drunk. I wish my buddy a happy birthday and leave pissed. The girlfriend decides she wants to sleep in the basement that night because, "I don't think you want me to sleep with you anymore." I tell her that's nonsense, pop in Superman and ignore her for the rest of the night.
Today: Why did I volunteer to cover for a Saturday shift? I'm actually in uniform dealing with the customers. Everyone is in a good mood, but I was still up after four hours of sleep (and who knows how many shots the night before) ready to manage operations for the entire region. Fortunately everything is going smoothly. Until the cops show up. Someone they've been tailing is expecting a shipment today, and drug enforcement agents bring in the dogs. The cops are early, and my plane isn't here just yet. I spend most of my morning in the company of very large, nosy german shepherds intent on forming an intimate relationship with me. The cops just watch in amusement. I open the store covered in slobber. I am not happy.
Wow, seriously, that even beats decker's week.
I'll have a minute of silence for you...hell, an hour...:sigh
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