I lied about the two good days in one rotten month-ish.
Rather, didn’t mean to imply they were both weekdays.
Birthday yes. And Saturday after birthday.
A candid photo from each …
The rest of those days are cordially invited to go fuck themselves.
Especially yesterday.
Two good days out of 32.
They have one thing in common — the absence of something.
The new dress code policy is that you will not be paid if you are sent home.
Where did I put those wildly offensive dress shorts …
I read today that people who don’t care whether the glass is half-empty or half-full are the happiest people of all.
So, don’t think of it as a total and complete demotion. Consider it a pay raise for not using all those unused top-dollar skills.
BOOM.
May 25
33rd birthday / 43rd birthday
+/- 100 lbs difference
#beforeandduring
Amid the worst month of my life, there were some bright spots. Thanks, of all things, to my birthday.
My good friend decorated my new, well I wouldn’t call it a cube. More like a desk in a fishbowl in a hallway that has odors that make my eyes water. But it was filled with balloons and signs and homemade cupcakes to share. And a cute little special box of cupcakes to take home to mom.
It brought two lunches with friends. In the same week, holy shit. The only lunches I had last week.
And two more to come, I hope. Although one will never happen.
There are two of us who aren’t allowed to eat at the same time. So I often miss lunch entirely because I can’t leave when I have time. She got us special permission to eat together on my birthday but I already had plans. So we lost out. And will likely never get that blessing again.
(No one else has missed a meal yet. Least of all the decider.) And we all know I’ve had like three lunch hours a YEAR before this. It’s not like I have used the time afforded to me, let alone abused it. But it hurts when I am sitting there alone and the whole rest of the department gets their hour at the same time and by the time I am able to go, I’ve gotten busy again. She’s out most of July. Guess I’ll starve to death.)
In any event, I also got a big surprise day trip yesterday. Did not expect that at all. Pleasant adventure all around.
I’m used to being good to people and never having a soul even acknowledge me. I’m not used to people being good to me. I don’t even know how to react.
Maybe folks know I’m depressed and one more missed lunch away from walking out.
I don’t know. I just know I’m grateful that I know some pretty awesome people who care about me.
My life was pretty good a month ago.
But I had no idea I’d be in for the unhappiest birthday month ever.
As seen on Clematis …
So this is 43.
I figured a nice guy would be a change of pace.
There’s a reason I can’t stand nice guys.
Guess I need a bad boy again.
“You have to kiss ass with tongue. Don’t stop till you hit corn.”
Not the best day ever today.
I’ve taken more Advil in three weeks than I did in the past three years combined.
Time to buy stock in Pfizer.