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Thursday, January 9
I can't wait for Friday. YAY that's tomorrow! Whoo hoooo. It's casual day too, that's always good. Hate dressing in "work" clothes. So not me. I seem to get out of bed a little easier on Friday mornings, one reason being the obvious, "end a hell week", get to wear my dickies, and chuck taylors, instead of slacks and uncomfortable ass shoes....,and I get off work an hour earlier than the rest of the week. Reason for that is the traffic is way worse on Fridays than any other day. Can't figure it out either. Either way, If I don't leave early I don't get home until after 6pm, that's 2 hours to drive home people when a normal day without traffic the trip only takes about an hour....so you can feel my pain heh? Yeah, tomorrow will be better. I love Fridays.
I'm lazy people hating today. Only I can be lazy in my own office. There is about 5 different printers in this entire place, and guess where everyone decides to print their shit? Yep to MY printer. Do they buzz me and make sure there is paper in said printer before they blast off a print job of a million pages? Or make sure I'M not in the middle of a print job?? Well of course not silly, that would make way too much sense now wouldn't it? Do I put paper in it for them? Be a nice co-worker and just do it, just cuz? Hell no. I've sent million's of e-mails out asking people to just let me know when they are printing to this printer...it's not hard...just pick up the reciever on your phone, we all have a phone here, press the numbers 209 and WHAM you got me. Now maybe when you come to pick up your stuff from said printer, it won't be printed on lables, because I WAS PRINTING YOU IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!
I swear....stupidity should be painful....it really should!!
Tuesday, January 7
I just saw the most sickest thing evah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good lord man...I'm watching food network minding my own business, and BAM they show two guys "bobbing for wings"!! Yes bobbing for buffalo wings inside a pool of blue cheese dressing!!!!!!!!! They had goggles on and everything!!! Sooo damn gross, had to share. That got me thinking, you know that is a big time waste of food. All of those "eating contests" are a waste of food, so are the contests for like the biggest ice cream sundae or shit like that, why is it we have starving people in America? I'm mean damn. Oh well, what do I know anyway....??
Hubby might have a gig to play finally. Not with his new band but with a friends band that needs a extra guitar player. And this show will be hella cool with Circle Jerks, and GBH. They don't have a opening local band yet on the line up, so I guess it's still a "maybe" (promoters need to decide). But were still going to the show anyway, it would just top the night to kick back with the other bands backstage and whatnot. It's been a long time since my man has played a show, maybe a year and a half or so....he's totally stoked!!! So am I, I love to see him play!!
Ok this isn't good. It's defiantly time to quick drinking these coffee's. I go over to Starbucks just now, and the chick making the coffee drinks, says..."Hi Laura, Tall Gingerbread Latte??".....me: "Ummmm yeah that would be great thanks", not good when they know you by name. I'm going there WAY too much. Besides, my tummy is feeling the wrath. Every holiday season I do this same thing....I get on the coffee kick, and have to get off fast, cuz I start to feel like crap from drinking so much caffiene. But they taste sooo good....damnittohell. Ok ok...I promise not to go get a coffee tomorrow. Maybe. Ok, I'll try, hows that?
Monday, January 6
Man what a Monday. First the alarm goes off at 4:15am, wakes me straight up from some awesome sleep. Then at about 5:45 or so, I head out into traffic hell. This commuting 3 hrs a day is getting way old. I need some road rage therapy. I just can't handle ignorant people. No no....stupidasscouldntdrivetosaveyourlife PRICKS is more like it, they are out there driving like insane morons, and they just have to be infront of you at all costs. THEN go slower than dirt with 10 car lengths ahead of them, in the FAST lane!! That's just the beginning. I'll let it go at that. So then I finally get to work 30 minutes late. (normal due to my lovely daily commutes) Work is about normal. Boss is back from her holiday vacation, all chipper and ready to close the month, and on my ass. But a normal day to say the least.
I leave work about 4pm, I pick my husband up from work on the way home. He's quiet. A little extra quiet. I ask what's the matter, he says he's thinking about "S" (our friend)and hes totally bummed. Bummed because we are loosing him. How? To Heroin. I guess he is really bad off right now. He's been back n' forth, on and off. In and out of jail and programs. I struggle with understanding, that this addiction is a "disease". My father was/is an alcoholic for the whole 18 years of me living at home. (I say was/is because he has since quit drinking) I was told he has a "disease", it's not his fault, and he needs help. Then that I should get help, to understand what is happening. Well I knew what was happening. My father was choosing to love his drinking, instead of his family. He chose to spend his paychecks on booze, instead of taking his only two daughters just once to Disneyland or something. I don't remember much of my childhood, because of the bad shit that happened to me growing up, my brain has chosen to forget. And forget everything. I can remember one camping trip, just bits and pieces. That's my extent family memories. Everything else sucked. I think of a Disease as something you get, like small pox, or MS, something in which you have no control, you just woke up one day and bam you are sick. Not, your drinking like a fish for years and years, beating your kids, cheating on your wife, and then say..."ohhh but he has a disease" fuck that crap. I see our friend doing this same thing to his 3 daughters, family and friends. He's loosing everything right under him. I will say that with my father I didn't care....the more he fucked up the more I wanted him dead, I could tell you stories about that man that would justify my feelings, however they embarrass me so, I'll just keep quiet for now. With our friend, I care about him. A lot. It's almost like we are just waiting to get that dreaded phone call. Someone found him dead. Overdosed. FUCKKK. Why???? Why can't I just say that magic word to him to make him stop? I know it hurts...I understand that you have to do more to survive the day.....BUT DAMNIT....you FUCKER, why????
Ok, that's enough. It hurts too bad. I'm praying for him. I would give anything to see him healthy again. Smiling cuz he feels good. Not cuz he's fucking out of it. We love you man. Please be strong. Look at your babies. Do it for them. Please. We love you.
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