Friday, June 19, 2009

Sleep

I cannot sleep. All I wanted to do today at work was sleep. I get home and I want to sleep. I force myself to stay awake until 10pm, when I nod off on the couch. At 11pm I get up and head to bed, where I lay here wondering where Lilly is and why she isn't trying to push me into the far corner of the bed, so she has extra room to stretch out.

This was my first full week in the office in a very long time. I don't think I was all that productive either. I need to get energized again. It has been a year since I got my last promotion; the longest I have gone without a promotion in my working life was 14 months, let's hope I don't break that record again.

I think I will spend tomorrow morning working for a bit. Once I feel caught up with work things I still have some unpacking to do around the house, I would like to have that all done before I hit the two month mark of being here.

I watched Fight Club on Spike tonight... Why even bother, you can't watch an edited version of this film and expect it to be any good though. What a shame.

I am going to try to sleep again. Let's hope it works this time. At least now Miss Lilly has found her way into the room, and she is taking a bath, a very loud bath at that.

Good night......?

Friday, June 12, 2009

"Falling Down"

I think I am on the brink of turning into Michael Douglas in "Falling Down". I am in a taxi en route from ORD to my house in Chicago. My mom is sitting next to me sobbing. The taxi driver wouldn't help with the luggage, she said "if you pack it, you should lift it". CUNT.

I am getting a bitchy email from some dick at the office, needing something first off on Monday. Plan ahead douche bag.

They ran out of white wine on the flight. I am tired, nay exhausted. I need to get away. I need a good nights sleep. I need time away from family and work.

I want to lay on the couch with Lilly. I want to be left alone. I don't want to be responsible for anyone, anything.

Now my mom is talking to the lazy cab driver now. I feel the stress rising. I don't want to hear about my dads illness or how my parents met. I just want it all to stop. Can't I have 30 minutes without this? I just need it to stop for a little bit.

STOP. STOP. STOP.

Monday, June 08, 2009

A week without work?

This is the first week in a long time that I am completely work free. I am deleting emails on my BlackBerry, so my inbox doesn't explode.

We are back in Mac for my dads funeral, et al. I am very glad we didn't come back on Saturday. There isn't much to do, so it would have been torture just sitting around here.

We got in late last night, and went right to bed. This morning my mom and I went to get hair cuts, she went to get a tooth fixed. I was cleaning out the car and our local real estate agent stopped by. I have no respect for this woman. She told me that it wasn't her job to help me come up with a counter offer. I loathe this woman.

CUT called today, he has a guy that wants to buy the house. The only stipulation is that we he won't go through a real estate agent. He wants to go direct. So CUT now says we should fire the agent. Unethical much? He thinks this is perfectly normal. What a bunch of fools.

We have to go to the funeral home today to drop off clothes for my dad and make final arrangements...And probably final payment.

After that, I think we are free for the night. I hope the family stays away. I think we will go out for dinner tonight.