Besides what happened in this thread, the keyboardist for our band has vanished. His girlfriend and him lost their business and were evicted last week, I helped him get another job which he starts tonight, but I don’t even know if he’ll show up because we had a band meeting last night and he never showed up! No call, no number to reach him at (evicted, remember?) and his girlfriend called yesterday morning to tell us he broke up with her and left. No idea where he is…
Also, the company I have my main job at is on the verge of financial collapse, and I have no idea if we’re going to pull out of it this time.
But nothing, and I mean nothing, that has happened to me or mine comes anywhere near the nastiness of the WTC…
Mmmmm… crunchy M&M’s!
The guy who got laid off, he’s actually sticking around to transfer his knowledge to me, the guy who got his job. If it were me they laid off, then transferred someone who doesn’t even want the job into the group, I’d tell them to suck my ass. I’d say, “while your trying to figure out my job, I’ll be trying to figure out how to pay my mortgage. Blow me.” This guy is obviously a better man than me.
So I call him this morning, to meet him in the lab so we can start. He says, “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” Pause. “First, I need to go get something from car.” DING DING DING! DANGER REVTIM ROBINSON, DANGER! So I go to the lab, sure he’s going jump in with a rifle and cap me. The worst part is, I don’t care. When he showed up and he just started going over his job, I was almost disappointed. “Where’s the gun, dumbass?” I’m thinking. “No wonder they laid you off, you can’t do anything right!”
I am right there with ya. This has been one of the worst weeks I have had in years.
To begin with I went to the ER with a fever and infection on Tuesday morning (yes that Tuesday morning). In fact I did not even know what had happened until around noon eastern time because there was no TV’s or radios where I was. As they where wheeling me down to get tested the intern driving me asked me if I had heard about the plane (singular) that crashed into the WTC. I thought it was likely a terrible airline disaster . . . I had no clue. I spent the two days afterward swimming in and out of (bad) pain and (good) hydrocodone.
Friday I returned to work having to wear sunglasses because my left eye (which was infected too) had swollen shut. I looked like I had gone a round or two with Mike Tyson.
Saturday the drivers side window on my car got jammed. In an attempt to “muscle” it I shattered it into about 10,000 pieces cutting my cheek and thumb. I don’t have the money to replace it until this Friday. Its been raining very hard here all day. Fun.
Sunday the girl who I moved a state away to be with (back in April) informed me she doesn’t feel as if she can be in a commited relationship with me right now . . . or maybe she broke up with me. I haven’t figured that out yet. Nice of her to do it while I was sick as a dog though - really hastened the healing process.
Honestly I have to say I haven’t felt nearly as bad for myself as I think I would have on any other week. Despite all of this I am, of course, alive. Sick, wet and broken hearted . . . but alive.
First some background, I’ll try to be brief.
When I was four, my family moved from Michigan to Florida and bought a house 5 houses down from my Aunt and Uncle and 3 cousins. Every winter my Grandparents and Great Aunt and Great Uncle would come down from Michigan to spend the winter and they stayed at Aunt and Uncle’s house, except my Great Aunt, who stayed with us. Consequently, I spent as much time at my Aunt and Uncle’s when I was growing up as I did at my own home. They had as much to do with raising me as my own parents. Tuesday night that Aunt (not the Great Aunt) died of cancer.
The services are this weekend in Pensacola, Florida. I’m in Oregon. To go would cost me about $1000.00 and take about 13 hours on 4 separate planes. So I’m not going.
And I can’t even console myself with M&Ms 'cause last week my doctor gave me the results of my blood tests from my physical and my blood sugar was 131 (131 what I don’t know, octane maybe) and he told me if I don’t lose 10% of my body weight in the next 3 months, I can expect to hear the word “diabetes” real soon.
The only good thing about this week is I’ve lost 3 pounds since Monday.
