As if Valentine’s Day wasn’t reason enough for this month to blow and blow hard…
This has started out to be just a really really bad month all around. February kicked off with Jenny receiving some upsetting and potentially life-altering news last week after her Spidey-sense told her something was awry. She’s rolling with the punches right now because it’s either fight or flight and she’s definitely not a flight kind of person, so it’s all in the fight strategy at this point.
Today I got my own life-altering work-related bombshell which I pretty much saw coming from like ten thousand miles away, so I didn’t get to use my own intuition to sniff it out. However, it was still sickeningly unexpected, mostly because I thought I’d made it clear in the recent past how I felt and that my wishes would be respected. I’ve spent the larger part of my work day fighting back tears and trying not to vomit all up in my trash can.
Unlike Jenny’s situation, it is indeed one I can talk about in public but for right now I’m choosing not to. And that’s entirely due to the fact that I’m too close to tears to bring it up. I’m not a giant baby, I’m just horribly upset and disappointed and crushed, and hashing out the deets would just bring everything too close to the surface instead of letting them stay buried deep down where I’m attempting to keep things at the moment.
Work lately has been a series of tiny little bombshells anyhow. I show up sporting mild contempt and leave absolutely drenched with disgust. I think thirteen years with the same cotton-pickin’ company has me at the end of my rope. And if your brain works anything like mine, right now you’re thinking (to quote Drum Eatenton) “Well tie a noose in it and slip it ’round your neck!”
Right now all I want to do is get drunk. Anyone up for some barhopping?