It’s been a tough week.
My birthday was Wednesday, as you can see from the previous post. I turned 35. It was painful, and while I’m glad it’s over my relief is tempered by the fact that it’s gonna suck even more next year.
So, something bad happened at the end of work on Monday, so the great day it started to be ended in the crapper for me, which made it worse than if it were crappy from the start.
Tuesday was spent finding out about the crappy end to Monday and dealing with that.
Re: Wednesday, see “painful birthdays”.
Thursday was spent trying to forget about Wednesday and replacing the destroyed phone that was part of the “painful birthday” extravaganza that was my Wednesday.
Friday morning was the trainwreck of stupidity in holiday public transit I had to deal with in getting to work – only to discover that either a: they changed my schedule at the last minute or more likely b: I misread my schedule and no, I wasn’t scheduled to work on the holiday Friday. Also, I replaced the less good phone with which I originally replaced my broken/eaten/lost phone. Parse that one, kids.
Saturday morning was spent replacing the replacement of the replacement of the phone that was lost on Wednesday. That sounds like a folk song I heard as a child – the one about the old woman that ate the spider? Except less pleasant. Oh, and I got a haircut from an asshat newbie barber who needs to give his head a shake and understand the concept of “when I ask for short it does not necessarily mean shave my frigging head”.
Tomorrow is Sunday. I’m going to spend it in quiet contemplation – meditating on blocking this recurring pattern of stress causing difficulty in making the right choices and decisions. Or I might chuck it all and buy some crack from the corner dealer. It’ll be either/or, really.
No matter what, next year I’m requesting vacation the week of my birthday and I’ll be crawling into/under my bed with a twelve of something and I won’t come out for a while.
