Rest..
I didn't realize that I had left you hanging so long.
But then it doesn't really seem like it's been four days since I have written. As you can imagine, so much has happened that there's barely time to catch my breath, much less type.
Recovery from surgery is okay... I'm still a little on the slow side (and not just because of the pain killers). The no heavy lifting thing is a bother... Even worse is the no strenuous activity (i.e. sexual intercourse).
I am being punished, restricted, grounded... Whatever. I was just trying to better my health, instead I get the worse "nix" of all.
It makes me wonder what the next 4 weeks will be like. Scary.
As far as my loss goes, I still continue to think about him. But, every night I get more and more sleep; that's a definite blessing. You would think I could rise above the doldrums and get on with it; I do, until I turn on the t.v.
Katrina, katrina, katrina... What a morbid web you've woven.
Have to think that the victims of Katrina could have turned this into a positive; like another 9/11... But no. Instead of capturing the community and working together as a whole; supporting each other and helping each other:
They have chosen to loot, rape, kill, abandon... And destroy.
I cry for the good victims... And don't even get me started on my government.
ENOUGH.
On a more positive note, I started work yesterday. Love my job, love my office even more. Adore the new computer with flat screen monitor. Haw haw old job... Eat my ass!
Makes me relish the thought that one particular ex co-worker is still sitting in her shit (not you serenity). I'm such a bad-ass right now.
So yeah, I dig it... Although it's not cake... Lots of fucking mental masturbation I tell ya. I've only been there for two days and everyone seems to think I have been there for two weeks. Definitely the kind of position that exercises independent judgment... Harrumph.
I will learn a lot.
I will be kept busy.
I will be challenged.
I will kick ass.
Okay, I will not- Sleep with my boss (no way), Sleep with his wife (k, maybe), take naked pictures of myself in my office (sorry Murph), throw garbage in the recycle bin and vice-versa... Yeah. I'm square.
I realize that I have a few unfinished projects on my blog. A lot of readers are still frothing at the mouth for more Don't Ask and Tease. As soon as I can auto-pilot my job I will conquer all of them to completion...
Which at the rate I'm going, could be any day now.
Sleepy time... g'night.
But then it doesn't really seem like it's been four days since I have written. As you can imagine, so much has happened that there's barely time to catch my breath, much less type.
Recovery from surgery is okay... I'm still a little on the slow side (and not just because of the pain killers). The no heavy lifting thing is a bother... Even worse is the no strenuous activity (i.e. sexual intercourse).
I am being punished, restricted, grounded... Whatever. I was just trying to better my health, instead I get the worse "nix" of all.
It makes me wonder what the next 4 weeks will be like. Scary.
As far as my loss goes, I still continue to think about him. But, every night I get more and more sleep; that's a definite blessing. You would think I could rise above the doldrums and get on with it; I do, until I turn on the t.v.
Katrina, katrina, katrina... What a morbid web you've woven.
Have to think that the victims of Katrina could have turned this into a positive; like another 9/11... But no. Instead of capturing the community and working together as a whole; supporting each other and helping each other:
They have chosen to loot, rape, kill, abandon... And destroy.
I cry for the good victims... And don't even get me started on my government.
ENOUGH.
On a more positive note, I started work yesterday. Love my job, love my office even more. Adore the new computer with flat screen monitor. Haw haw old job... Eat my ass!
Makes me relish the thought that one particular ex co-worker is still sitting in her shit (not you serenity). I'm such a bad-ass right now.
So yeah, I dig it... Although it's not cake... Lots of fucking mental masturbation I tell ya. I've only been there for two days and everyone seems to think I have been there for two weeks. Definitely the kind of position that exercises independent judgment... Harrumph.
I will learn a lot.
I will be kept busy.
I will be challenged.
I will kick ass.
Okay, I will not- Sleep with my boss (no way), Sleep with his wife (k, maybe), take naked pictures of myself in my office (sorry Murph), throw garbage in the recycle bin and vice-versa... Yeah. I'm square.
I realize that I have a few unfinished projects on my blog. A lot of readers are still frothing at the mouth for more Don't Ask and Tease. As soon as I can auto-pilot my job I will conquer all of them to completion...
Which at the rate I'm going, could be any day now.
Sleepy time... g'night.
posted by Everything Nice at 8:40 PM
2 Comments:
i guess it's okay to take four days off after surgery.
just this once though.
*hug* welcome back
Okay, no seriously I actually contemplated taking the photos today. But I had some high-priority shit to do...and it's difficult to talk to stuffy loan officers naked.
and plus our server was down off and on all week. Helluva first week.
Yeah.
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