What to do with a Tuesday

Just glad it's not a Monday.  I felt so horribly blue yesterday morning.  I didn't get any ugly messages so I don't know why I felt down.  Just in my feelings.  As usual.

When you work alone, you get more time to think and that's not always a good thing.  Gawd no, I never want to work back in an office again or my head would explode.  I don't miss it at all.  I know some days I spend too much time reflecting on things that weren't so great.  Or my own situation.  

We figured out last night if it's possible for us to stay with a slight increase if he sells, we can make it work.  We're amazed by the bathtub and even if he has no intention of putting up more lights in the hallway, my brother in-law will happily help when he's here in another month and a half.  We'll figure it out.  We always do.

We kind of figure that we might not see the landlord this week if he's vacationing on spring break.  Yeah, I'm still wishing for the bathroom thing.  No harm.  Just a need for Pepto Bismo.  I wish no harm on anyone that can enjoy some time off, but if you're jerks about it?  Then yeah, I wish a shit storm in a different way.

I didn't really care that the kids I went to school with went somewhere tropical. I thought they were jerks for rubbing it in with their nice tans while the rest of us were happy if we got a 60 degree day. I thought those kids were asses.  I had the opportunity to go to Florida one year with my dad but it wouldn't have been fun for me because he would have nagged me all the while I was there.  My sister proved me right when she told me that he did the same to her and my brother in-law.  That's not a vacation.  That's hell.

The mentor was getting obnoxious about his vacations and how stressed he was.  Towards the end, he was ignoring a lot of phone calls.  Guess who got them?  Me.  It wasn't him being out of the office.  He would be in the office and I would get someone angry yelling at me.  When I would walk over to his office, I could tell he was on the phone with one of his old fart friends he was going to have lunch with.  When he went to the Dominican Republic and sent me pictures of his flip flops, I told him I would report him to Immigration if he did that again.  His old assistant put a stick up in his office because his shoes smelled.  That poor country had to smell his flip flops.  He should have been reported to immigration.  And there's something to be said about a nice thought is better than a gift when he would bring back things like a bandana or a beer cozy.  If you have an assistant, really think long and hard if you want to get them a nice gift.  I could start another blog on the stupid stuff I got over the years.  At least I didn't get a fat girl shirt from his vacations. 

Now I'm vaccinated from pneumonia and I guess hepatitis.  I didn't realize that was an issue for me, especially the second shot.  With Kennedy as Health and Human Services director, I guess it's best to get as vaccinated as possible.  Make measles great again!  Gawd.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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