What's it gonna take to pull you out of your negative mood??
Three blocks from my house, a cell phone ring broke the sanctity of my Gwen Stefani worship. It was my cell phone. What was I thinking. I really should throw that thing away.
"The Office", said the caller ID.
"Fuck."
I had actually almost forgotten that I had a job, let alone one that dared call me after hours. The evening was shot. I would spend the next few hours coordinating an emergency response to a problem we had unknowingly created earlier in the day. That and watching a fluish Kobe Bryant punish the Jazz in the last four minutes had left me feeling worse than when I left the office. And that was pretty damn lousy.
At 6:30 this morning, the phone was ringing again. Knocking the TV remote, my glasses, my watch and my tape measure (don't ask) off the nightstand, I squinted to see who was calling. I didn't recognize the number.
"Who the hell calls at 6:30 on a Saturday morning", I mumbled to myself.
"It's Tuesday", reminded the still, small voice of my mother in my head.
"Fuck."
Oh great, it's snowing too.
"Fuck."
Filed under - MiscToday has been an up day for me.
Maybe the snow scared off the usual hordes that call so I can finally catch up on the shit-ton of other work that's been waiting.
That and I realized today that I can, in fact, do my job.
Pills are good.
your Blog last week. Then became so hooked I had to spend last Friday reading all of the archives.
Your style of writing is wonderful. Some of your entries are so funny. I'm sorry you're going through a rough patch.
I'm a gentile , but this explains so much about the enigmatic behavior of my morman aquaintences. (I would never be so bold as to ask them about their personal beliefs.)
I look forward to more tales of the sad, funny, weird,and mundane life of Pete.
Put the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack on the stereo full blast, and dance around the house with the kids. Maybe that would cheer you up a little.
One other thing, my husband has a small distillery in the garage that he putters around with. It keeps him off the streets,and I get to channel surf to my hearts content.
CHEERS
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"At 6:30 this morning, the phone was ringing again. Knocking the TV remote, my glasses, my watch and my tape measure (don't ask) off the nightstand..."
You had me laughing out loud at this one.