After my reprimand at work and my overall sense of "I don't give a fuck" (I'm sure there is a nice French phrase for that) I took Thursday off as a "mental health day". No one really argued because it was pretty much inferred that it was a matter of time before I punched someone in the mouth or lit something on fire.Seriously. I am skirting unemployment here because I can't get my shit together at work.
Got my hair done on Thursday night. A haircut and some highlights.
Blondes do have more fun. On the couch and in the shower. It's a fact.
Yep.
We attended the Remembrance Day ceremony at a local park and it was touching and sad and odd how the rain let up and held off for the ceremony and then poured for hours and hours afterwards. A bunch of young Air Cadets started to go wonky and needed to be escorted out of the procession which was rather interesting.
My mom and Jay and Andrea came over afterwards and the lot of us went for lunch and then froze our collective nuts off at the Lynn Valley Suspension bridge. It was so facking cold my mom and I couldn't take it.
Got to see Andrea's new car: fucking sweet.
It is an irony of all ironies that her car is the preceding version of the car that I currently have wet dreams over: the Lexus IS250. I understand that cars are just things and I'm not much of a materialistic person as evidenced by my boots that I have had re-soled and my 11 year old car that has a crack in the windshield, but this car is facking awesome and I want it.
Wanting things is nice.
Went to see the Brass Action with C tonight.
It's good to get out and do different things. I wasn't really inclined to do the Whistler relay race last weekend but I said yes to it and I had fun. I really had no idea was ska was and I thought I was probably going to get shived tonight but it ended up being a lot of fun checking out a new venue and experiencing some music that I wasn't at all familiar with.
So.
So.
So. It's 1:22am and I'm blogging and what am I blogging about?
I'm happy. I'm happy with what Michael and I have come up with so far. We're having fun and I wish we could have two weeks off to just enjoy ourselves and to be with each other in a way that we haven't been with each other before.
But the reality is that we go to work this week and we don't like our jobs and we have doubts and trepidations and hurts and transgressions to work through. And I hope more than anything that we work through it because there is nothing more important to me at this junction in my life. I've lost enough and I don't want to lose any more.
And so it continues to be day by day. But I am encouraged in that the day to day so far has been much more engaging than one might have been expected to be engaged in.
I think I'm going to start looking into how many years I have before I can retire. I think it's age + years of service = 68, if so I think I'm there. So I'll just hang on until I snap and they have to set me on the curb for Jody to pick me up. May as well give those miserable lifeless gits something to talk about after I'm gone. I could star in a training video!!! CUSTOMER SERVICE: WHAT NOT TO DO. God I hope they haven't changed the age to 78... the more years I stay after I reach the 'age' the more $$ I will get, probably a buck 95.
ReplyDeleteDo you ever have the feeling we'll all star in our own Dooms Day movie at once? The end of the world according to everyone. When'e the next meteor due?
LOL. I think that we think that we need more than we do to survive. Though you do have a couple of kids to think about, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteI don't know. I want to get out of this rat race as soon as is feasibly possible and while I am of the sound body and mind to enjoy the hell out of it.
Wait a minute, just hold on... I worried and thought about those kids for 21 years (each, which make 24 years.) They're grown now, they have to think about themselves, they better not be thinking about my $$$$. When I go I'll have paid for the funeral and all the medical bills, they can do whatever with the house and car. As for any left over $$$$ there won't be any, I earned it and I'm gonna spend it. They want $$$ they have to get it the old fashioned way, work it baby! Yeah, I want to enjoy the latter years. I see so many teachers that don't have anyone to go home to or to spend their free time with so they are working themselves to death. I do not want to go like that. I want to be someplace exotic or either just getting back from someplace exotic. "She died of exhaustion after her most recent trip to....."
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