I am tired. I way over did it last week in terms of being Public Persona askye. I am trying very hard to turn on and off the public preson.
And today I went back and discovered the person I don't like did the sales stickers wrong. Some upside down, some side ways and I know if I ask her about it she'll say "I didn't know what to do" or something. That tends to be her go to excuse. Even though she's worked there long enough she should remember.
So I am going to type up some general instructions on things to make a quick reference. That way we can cut down on "I didn't know how" excuses.
So sorry for the pile-on, smonster
And kudos to you Epic for standing your ground. Take him to dinner one night if you are so inclined, but I can't imagine moving to a new state, much less CA, without a real plan. It's not your job to save him from himself.
And finally Gud, the fact that your daughter can talk to you about her own issues with her mother says good things about the relationship you've cultivated with her. May it all work out for the best.
Have you ever can't evened enough that you can't even, even with your own can't even?
Suzi, right now as a matter of fact.
I'm glad I'm not alone and that you understand that mess of words. BUT I hate that anyone else has hit that level of DONE.
My day started interestingly. Woke up without my alarm feeling pretty good considering I didn't fall asleep until after midnight. The puppy was excited to go downstairs but waited for me to do my morning stuff and put on some clothes. I hear the TV downstairs and figure CJ either got up early or fell asleep with it on last night. Anyway, Crowley and I head downstairs and to the backdoor. Now Crowley is being odd and not just zooming out to do...well, his morning routine.
Back in the house I happened to glance at a clock. It is 2 fucking 30 in the morning. CJ hadn't been able to sleep, so he was watching a movie, but he went upstairs almost as soon and we came down. I just flopped on the couch until my alarm woke me up a few hours later.
I'm glad I'm not alone and that you understand that mess of words. BUT I hate that anyone else has hit that level of DONE.
I am there. I am SO DONE.
In my emails yesterday with family members I said "I'm done" a number of times. I think they finally believe me. Then I came read and read, and laughed and laughed. So Done.
Bitches are Done!
Not only am I DONE (that needs every formatting emphasis possible, including a blink tag) but I want to set everything on fire. More than usual. Not just "yay fire, let's roast marshmallows", but "Fuck everything, also, HR is a scourge upon the earth".
So, so done.
So what I am hearing is burn-it-to-the-ground levels of DONE, ugh.
