and then im gonna blog about it.
How you are doing can go downhill pretty quickly. Finding myself newly single, I took a day off work figuring my boss would rather I stay home than drench my desk in tears. While I was away, the cunt that sits directly across from me tried very hard to get me in trouble. Or fired? Who knows. Who fucking cares. Thankfully everyone in the office is fully aware that she’s a lunatic, and that work drama is the last thing I need in my current situation.
Saturday night I panicked. It was 3:30 am, I was absolutely plastered, and I could not find my cat anywhere. I stood barefoot in the street calling her name repeatedly, straining my ears in hope for the jingle of her collar. My fantastic ability to worry set in and I began to imagine an assortment of horrible events that had occurred. Of course she was torn in two by those pit bulls that had been seen scouring the neighborhood. Either that or she had been bitten by a raccoon and had crawled into the bushes to gasp her last kitty breath. Or she had gotten ran over by some other drunken asshole. But most likely, a neighbor had noticed she wasn’t just your run of the mill cat and had catnapped her for himself. Now she was certainly trapped in their house, doomed to live out the rest of her years wondering why I abandoned her for the bottle. I was positive I had lost my best friend and that bad things do come in threes. Come to find out, that little shrimp was actually sawing logs in the basement, oblivious to the meltdown taking place outside.
Today came around. I had quite a large hangover on my plate, but the morning was scooting along alright. While I was waiting to pick up lunch, I got a wild hair to call my dad about a financial matter since those are the only matters that matter enough for us to interact. I had forgotten that my sister moved in with them, as per my dad’s only email of the year stating so. She answered. The two minute conversation that followed ranks with the worst I’ve had, and definitely didn’t help the five years it’d been since we last spoke. I hung up and considered barfing. Instead I walked the two blocks back to work in a daze, only to get a phone call from the one person I would have dialed immediately if it were last week and not this one. Losing seems to be the only thing that sticks around.