Since I got back from Boston I was bit by the flu bug, or cold bug, or whatever it was that caused my throat to constrict and me to projectile vomit half eaten cannolis while my head spinned 360 degrees.
But I’m feeling MUCH better now.
Only problem is, this week is a killer. First I have to do a training seminar to learn a new system that will never be implemented, and even if it will be, it has nothing whatsoever to do with my work duties, so I’m pretty much having my time completely wasted that could have better been spent doing you know, actual real work? Especially since I have to catch up after being off for almost two weeks.
Then it’s my mother’s birthday, so I’m running around trying to find balloons and cakes and whatnot so she can have a halfway decent birthday, even though she hates balloons and cakes and all that fanfare. So why am I getting them anyway, you ask? Because the one time I neglected to get balloons when she insisted to me, day and night, that she absolutely did NOT WANT balloons, or a cake, or any kind of decoration whatsoever, her birthday arrives and the first thing that comes out of her mouth is, “Where are my balloons?!?” From that moment on I’ve learned to completely disregard her wishes when it comes to birthdays (or any other festive occasion.)
Then I have to see the eye doctor, to see (no pun intended) if I’m like going blind and stuff, since I have borderline IOPs on account of all the stress that’s been inflicted on my eyes from viewing ugly dating profiles at OKCupid.
And then the very next day after THAT I have to take a promotional exam, of which I’ll need to nail a perfect score on if I’m to have any chance whatsoever of transferring out of this sewage facility of an office and getting a meager pay bump, after oh, only 11 years on the job.
After the exam the worst of it should be over though, and I’ll have a few days to prep for my very next adventure: Crashing SXSW in Texas, baby! YEAH! Maybe I can finally meet me a hot cowgirl who will love me up simply for the novelty factor of having dated a honest to goodness New York Yankee. Ok that may not be true love, but I’ll take what I can get. :-D