I’ll get back on the pity train 'cause none of my friends are online so what the fuck.
So as previously detailed, by marriage fell apart. So that’s great.
Just today I got in shit because I gave a personal recommendation to a woman who used to work for a customer. Nice lady. But her former employer is cyberstalking her, apparently, found my recommendation, and complained that this would mean I cannot audit them anymore (I’m an ISO 9001 auditor.) So I got in shit for that, as it costs us money and trouble to send someone else.
Oh, and due to my marriage collapsing I’m behind in paperwork and I’m in shit for that, too.
My soon-to-be-ex-wife got strep throat again and was told she had to get her tonsils and adenoids (sp?) out. Her boss fired her for that. He likes firing people. He gave her just enough money to avoid a lawsuit. Well, at least she could get the surgery done, right? It went down today, and day surgery is now at-least-two-days-in-the-hospital surgery because she keeps bleeding and they don’t know why.
Still no dates, by the way, like I’d have time.
It is critical to understand I have done nothing to deserve the repeated ball-kicks. It’s not my fault my wife had a midlife crisis and started actying like a teenager. It’s not my fault she’s lost THREE jobs (I concede the last one isn’t her fault) in one year. It’s not my damned fault everyone in my company is doing the work of two people and this chick I did a really nice thing for got cyberstalked by a mean ex-employer. I’ll be fucked if I know what my personal ads do to scare chicks away, aside from the obvious. And now I’m scared my sort-of-ex-wife might be really, really sick, which fucks things up an order of magnitude more.
I haven’t fucked around, I haven’t done anything immoral or dishonest, haven’t taken any stupid risks, I’ve been a good husband and father and devoted employee and I honest to God try my best every day. I try to resolve problems constructively and with an eye towards fairness for myself and other people. Really. I’m smart, kind, generous and sincere, but at the same time I refuse to be a pushover. And yet if I get fucked in the ass one more time I’m going to have to start asking people to make reservations for anus-pounding appointments.
What the FUCK is going on?
I could use just one fucking break right now. Really, just one fucking break. I’m trying to make my own breaks and everything blows up in my face like an exploding cigar.