I really don’t have time to even post this, but if I don’t vent, a vein will burst out the side of my head. So I’ll make it quick, and then get on with starting my ulcers.
First, a rant on behalf of my girlfriend:
Her stepdaughter made plans to come into town last week. That’s stressful enough, as she was bringing her young son along. It’s a joyful thing, but kids mean stress. So the plan was to book a hotel on the Cape, and then meet them there. Pick up SD&S on Wednesday night, at the airport, which you can no longer get to because the tunnels are collapsing and killing people. Drop off SD&S at SD’s sister’s. Get home late. Do work. Sleep. Get up, take son out for a good time w/o SD. Take him back to sister’s. Work on Friday. Leave for Cape around 3pm. Have a great time.
Ulcer-inducing enough. Except GF found out that her niece was adopting a son on Friday. And the family would not look kindly on her missing both that and the following pool party. More stress. And of course she couldn’t get ahold of the cat sitter. Then came the emergency root canal and extractions. On top of this, her doctor informed her that the reason she has been so exhausted and emotional lately is because she has lyme disease. Fucking great. Then after picking her cats up from the vet for a checkup, she was informed that one cat has a thyroid condition, and the other has liver problems. Both will require oral and ear medications several times daily. When finally contacted, the cat sitter refused to even attempt this. So back to the vet the cats went on Friday morning. (Things have been stressful on them as well!)
Then off to the adoption. No, wait, go into work instead for an emergency that turned out to be nothing more than a bunch of whining. Missed the adoption. Showed up at the party late to be informed that she is remiss in attending family functions. The food was served – s-l-o-w-l-y. All she got in 4 hours was two croutons topped with a little tuna. Left for the Cape, got caught in traffic, then got lost finding the hotel.
She finally got to the hotel at 9:45pm, flopped on the bed, and went into a crying fit.
I don’t blame her. Fuck these busy times!
At least we had a fun weekend. But exhausting. The kid was a powerhouse of mischief. Then we got caught in major traffic on the way back. A 90 minute trip took us three and a half hours. Two hours of that was spent going twenty miles.
At least it’s all over for GF, right? Wrong. Today she has to pick up the sick cats, get more tooth work done, check up on the lyme disease, etc. Tomorrow night it’s back to the airport to pick up SD’s husband, who drives her crazy with his ADHD. And all this to lead up to a party where she and several other women will celebrate turning an unflattering age. And all this while preparing for the busy schoolyear ahead.
Fuck these busy times!
At least I’ll be there to support her. Oh wait, I won’t. I’m being fucking killed at work. A major deadline looms in October, and I’m looking at working nights and weekends until then. I am fresh out of free time. T’ain’t none left. And my coworker is every bit as busy. She has easily as much to do as I do.
So I get in this morning, and I find an e-mail from her. Basically it says “My mother is critically ill. She needs emergency surgery. I’m going to China now. I’ll be back on Sept. 11.”
So now I have to work 36 hours per day to cover for her. Folks, you may very well see towers collapsing on this coming 9/11, and it will be because I’ll be banging my head against them.
Fuck these busy times!