Thursday, 15 March 2012

I Haven't Died Yet. Promise.

I always start my shift thinking I'm going to write about something completely different than I actually end up writing. I have so many topics and ideas and then life gets in the way and slaps me in the mouth and I end up using this as a place to vent and release. That's what writing is all about, right?

I was looking online to find the exact quote about writing that really struck a chord with me, but I fail and can't find it. Anyways. It goes something along the lines of “Writing is one of the easiest things a person can do. You just sit at the keyboard and bleed”.

It's true. When I'm writing about something, like what I'm about to write about, it takes a piece of me with it. It also helps heal me, and helps me to make sense of certain things. I have a lot of shit going on this week and next. I've been trying to write a post for here this entire week, and other shit keeps getting in the way.

Just a highlight of the awesomeness in my life right now:

I'm sick, and have been for the past week. I'm a whiny grumpy bitch when I'm more than a cold sick. I have some sort of throat thing, mixed with the general exhaustion that comes with my days off not being true days off. I am also aware that I'm still upset over my boss being fired, and the chaos at work here with the new manager is kind of ridiculous and taking a toll. I'm the invisible employee again, and while it's nice because I don't have to really answer to anyone, it's also annoying because I'm not getting answers to fucking questions I keep asking.

So I'm trying to get over my sickness because I really can't afford to be ill right now.

Today I'm packing up my entire room and getting ready to move back to my parents. The move is happening either Friday, or Friday and Saturday. Not sure which, it'll depend on how much help and muscle I can acquire on Friday. I have some bribery and IOU cards from a couple guy friends, so that might work.

I heard back from the local Deaf Access office, and I'm waiting for an assessment test date to see if I can skip to the Level 2 course. Cross your fingers for me, please, because I really want this. It will make my shit so much easier to handle, because I'll be able to finalize my application to the school out east that offers the program I want.

My goals for the year have changed, but it's a good and responsible change I think. No more bike, still getting out of debt and moving to a much prettier part of my country.

I've had to deal with a lot of personal shit lately, and work hasn't made it very easy. I had a serious incident this week where the police had to be called, and it took me a good day and a half to get over what the fuck happened. There's just a lot of shit that most people don't think others have to deal with.

I'm probably not going to post anything for a week or so, but, I'm alive. If I die, I promise I'll tell Jaclyn, and she can collaborate with Jen and write my obituary. I expect it to be full of how I died, and how I should have passed many months ago after the lip balm touched my beautifully moisturized lips.

Seriously, though, I promise not to die.

Court starts Monday, and fucking lawyers just made my Saint Paddy's Day celebrations impossible because we're meeting at the courthouse Sunday morning to discuss prep and questions. To say I'm freaking out is an understatement, but, I'm putting on my big girl panties and hoping that this shit only takes a day or two. I'm already missing two days of work, and it's fucking lame.

As I'm typing this, my hot construction men are waking up to the thunderstorm that is ravaging my city, so I shall leave you all with this awesome cover of a song that I'm obsessed with this week. Enjoy.




Jaclyn said...

You will definitely need to tell me what exactly happened at work that freaked you out that badly. Because I generally regard you as kind of a bad ass and until I have details, I will assume you have just decided to be a raging pussy for some reason.

In any case,I have your obituary at the ready because, in fact, you SHOULD have been dead months ago and I can't leave shit like that up to chance. I suppose I will allow Jen to add anything she deems necessary though, because she could only serve to make it better.

And I'm pretty sure your official cause of death will be some sort of random dickery because, really, if antifreeze regularly applied to your mouth hasn't killed you yet, it's going to have to be something pretty awesome that does the trick.

Misty said...

I second the need for info on what happened to shake you up so badly. Seriously, that must have been some hardcore shit.

Can I pitch in to the obituary? I promise to flower it up, nicely. You know if you leave it to those two bitches it will only be filled with cursing and stories about feces, or some such. I'm just guessing. :)

Good luck in court. Hang in there, girl. It will be alright in the end.

Front Desk Ninja said...

Jaclyn- whore. I mean that in the nicest way possible, of course.
I also take great relief in knowing you no longer consider me a raging pussy. :P

Misty- You can absolutely get in on the obit writing, as long as you promise not to use words like "vibrant" and "promising life"

I'll haunt your ass 24/7 if that shit gets in there.

Jana said...

I want to know what happened too, and you can't die yet.....I have not visited and watched you work your magic.