I got a comment from twisted the other day asking if I was all right.

I am, for the most part. Won’t stop me from complaining here, though.

First I was sick.  *thumbs up*

Then my brother went away, which left me with my work and the dog-duties he usually does. (Which, in my doggie’s old age, are getting to be more and more.  She’ll be 17 in two months!  SEVENTEEN!  Her breed’s life expectancy is 12 years…) Plus, he took his camera, so I said, “Ah, fuck it” to finishing VFFF pictures. 

Then… Work.  

I spent a large portion of yesterday filling out, faxing, emailing, re-faxing, etc. all kinds of paperwork for insurance, life insurance, accidental death and dismemberment insurance, dental insurance (declining THAT shit.  Thirty bucks a week for BAD coverage?  Hell no!), disability benefits options and other benefits I didn’t really even bother looking at.  (I’m STILL not even sure what the “cafeteria plan” is.  Something about health insurance?  It has nothing to do with cafeterias, that’s for sure.)

BUT.  The seriously crappy part about work?  This weekend, between the hours of about 10:00pm Friday to about 10:00 Monday (a period of 60 hours), I was home for 15 of them.  Asleep for about 12 of those because I was DYING of exhaustion. 

So all weekend, Friday night until Monday morning, I was home and conscious a total of three fucking hours.

But, wait!  That’s not even the crappy part.  The CRAPPY part is that because I got stuck at work so long (I got frozen one morning when a girl called in sick to her shift and they couldn’t (or didn’t bother to) find relief), I missed a wedding. Not a random wedding, either.  The wedding of the girl who was my best friend starting when we were 7 years old.  We were best friends though ALL of school from second grade right through graduation.  We were roommates in college as well – the whole deal.

And I missed her fucking wedding because I was stuck at work.  I am not pleased about this.  I want to murder the company I work for.  Slowly.  With butter knives or toothpicks or something.

Grrrrrr….

Yesterday, when I got home from Weekend Of Work, that’s when I got to KEEP working and deal with paperwork bullshit (that should have been completed while I was on the clock at work, but my genius company decided not to put up paperwork (DUE ON THE 15TH!) on the company web until, get this, the late morning of the 14th.)

They are outstandingly stupid.  I shall be looking for another job.  (I sort of danced around this, but The Man said I had to do it “immediately” because even if it’s only for a few months, it would be worth it.)

Oh, then I went and worked at my mother’s house for a while yesterday.  Which is where I have to go today.  Quite soon, actually. Until, of course, I head back to real-work tonight.

I’m tired already, and I haven’t even been awake that long…

I haven’t been able to sit down while I eat for days and days and days.  So sitting down to post hasn’t happened either. I’ve got a lot of crap to do this week, too, including a trip into the city to deal with paperwork.  Joy.  But I’m hoping by the weekend, things will have calmed down and I can actually write.

And now I bid you adieu, because I’ve got to clean the kitchen and shower and get over to Mom’s for work in an amount of time that doesn’t allow me to actually physically DO all of those things.

Bleh.