My week already has hit the fan... work started Monday with a phone call from a guy in London at 6:40 in the blessed AM. I get into work at 6:30 AM yes 10 freaking minutes to get my morning started and I'm having to figure out what the heck is going on and I've been in the office for 10 minutes - on a Monday morning. Yeesh even in my new decaffeinated state this is hard to take. So I start running and I basically sit down for lunch - which is a bodily function must now - and again to get in the car to go home. Today didn't start much better. Lucky for me my office mate was in and answer the first call at 5:50 AM a full 40 minutes before I get in... yeah... this is shaping up to be a real winner of a week.
Add to this mess all the other projects currently on going, testers who won't talk to each other much less to their team leads, and one problem tester who won't share and manages to stroll in at 11 each morning and needs help with every step of the way... yeesh....
Up side of my week is tomorrow is my award luncheon. Yeah lucky me in a lovely wonderful Italian restaurant and can eat nothing - or next to nothing. I will enjoy what I can.
The rest of the week is shaping up just how is started. Lovely no?
Today I received an email from my neighbor and friends telling me that their daughter has gone from troubled to in serious trouble. She is in a rehab facility in Florida and the story her father told me this evening after I delivered a quickly put together life sucks basket here is something to feel better basket made me feel awful. They are holding on by a thread, and in some ways lying to themselves that she has mental issues and less self medication issues. I feel awful but can't image what they are going through.
With all that ringing in my ears I head home, Bubba is home, he's figured out how to rehot his dinner I left on the stove, and begins to berate me on why I was next door and maybe they didn't want to talk about it. NO darling that would be you, clam up say nothing and hope it goes away if you ignore it. Apparently it's a family philosophy. But I took his email of let's talk over the fence to mean he was able to do so, and willing. And I gave him the option of accepting the gifts and me going home. \When I was invited to sit and stay and I got all the details... I think he needed to chat it all out.
But per usual Bubba insensitive fashion I was in the wrong for doing something nice for someone. I did ask him why he was trying to make me try and feel bad because I went to comfort friends. Dork.
OK so - this seriously depressing post is life is a bowl of cherries- and it appears this week - we've got pits.
We'll work on getting back to the good stuff ... after all Bubba won't be able to help himself...
Oh yeah serious up side - lots of compliments especially my face... apparently that is where I have kept all my extra weight, this keeps up I will have the head the size of a shrunken head when it's all said and done.. and my butt will still be big.. LOL But seriously folks, new bras - like old bras I out grew and have now shrunk back down into... ditto shorts and shirts. Packing for camp next week should be fun.
Stay tuned for as the frappe goes goes or Karma is on crack. Lucky me...
Hey congrats on the new sizes! Sorry about Bubba being Bubba and for your neighbor's troubles. Sometimes people need to talk - sometimes they don't, but a lot of times just having a sympathetic ear is all they need. You're a good person, friend, and neighbor.
ReplyDeleteLove ya! Hope your week gets better!