And My Point Is: I Don't Have One

It's Friday. I've taken a sick day. I feel like rambling.

Thank you baby Jesus that the Olympics are over. They were seriously interrupting my must see Thursday night TV. Yay for The Office! I don't get why American Idol needs to be stretched out so godawful long. Torture us why don't you? Who thought up the idea that losers should sing one last time? I mean - they lost. That means we don't like them. That means I sure as hell don't want to hear them sing ever again. Most especially Brenna. She bugs big time. Ugh. Good riddance. The show could be like 10 minutes if they'd stop the high dramatics.

Speaking of high dramatics. . . about 10 minutes from a clean get away at work last night I was met with some seriously high dramatics. I am so over the high dramatics. I remained calm. Even used my soothing voice. The one The Tomato says could make anyone fall asleep- this said because he used to call me to listen to me talk so he could fall asleep easier. Apparently, I would make a great hypnotherapist. Or phone sex operator. (Did I just say that aloud?) So back to the high dramatics. I am over it. Ok. End of story.

Just kidding! Of course there is more. Remember, brevity isn't one of my strongest assets. I am very tired of dealing with work crap. I realized this week that I have been acting as the (at the very least) Assistant Director for months and months, even when I had a boss. Everyone comes to me. I don't mind it except that I can't really get everything I need to get done, done. I have been told to "just say no" like my fellow employees are offering me candy at a Weight Watchers meeting. As if. It fundamentally goes against my nature to say no to a person in need, particularly people near and dear to me who are without supervisors. I can't and I won't do it. I will, however, take a sick day to relax. (Yes, relax. I said it. I am gonna try really hard this time. I swear!)

I don't think my "talking her off a ledge" speech worked yesterday with high dramatics person. We are all responsible for our participation in the problem and in the solution. If you don't like what is happening you have to get real and speak up. Don't go throwing a hissy fit, declaring you are quitting and storm off thinking THAT is going to solve anything. I used to do that shit all the time. When I was 17. (Right Mom?) Let's grow up people. Please. For the love of all that is good and holy. Give me an effing break. (Thank you Nell Carter, may you rest in peace.)

So, I met some work friends for drinks after work. As we sat there downing jack & cokes and beers, all we could seem to talk about was work. Apparently we all needed to vent. Actually, for once I kept my mouth shut. I kinda had to since I was bearing the brunt of the onslaught of dissatisfaction. As the person with the highest authority at the drinking table, I got to hear an earful. At one point I leaned over to my friend and said, "There is not enough alcohol in the world right now to make this all ok." Escapism. I love ya.

Hello weekend. It's good to see you again.