Hello again, I realize I have been out of commission for quite some time. But trust me, I have excellent excuses....really I do.
1) I had officially crossed the line and become a full blown workaholic. Work was in my thoughts at all times. It's was the first thing I reached for in the morning, it's the last thing I thought about at night. I itched and got the shakes when I couldn't get my hands on work. I started mainline work, and, (sorry Nancy), I just could not seem to say no. To this end, an intervention was in order. I would have tapped Koiboy for this, but alas, I had drug him into my private hell. He become an enabler.
2) As we jumped into the semester (Aug-Sept) with college kids flooding back, we had yet to hire a new program coordinator. So it was up to me to get the volunteer service up and going. The other part time events coordinator who we had just hired, had a trip to Africa in the works before she came on board. She was gone for 3 weeks....just before Week Without Violence, one of our biggest events week during the year, and would be back on the day it all started. So guess who had to fill in the gaps on top of her own job? Just me. And that's what made me realize I was a workaholic. I had officially OD'ed on work. I swear my heart stopped and I had an out of body experience for the last month. I don't know how I got into the office or how I even got home. Work had become my heroin.
3) I did have to go home in August since my Rocket Scientist brother was coming back to Montana to visit the family. For some reason, they decided to stay at mom and dads house. Thus taking up the guest room and put their kids in the other guest room. My little brother has been living back with Mom and Dad, so that meant Koiboy and I would probably have to stay in my old room. You know, the time capsule of my childhood where things had not changed since 1st grade. However, now, amongst my old books, china dolls and stuffed animals was QVC crammed in every lovin corner. I work, my mom shops. In fact I watch "Hoarders: buried alive" on purpose to inspire me to throw things out so I won't be like my mom. I will say she's working on it. After the hoarding neighbor died across the street this summer and the kids had to clean out her huge 7 bedroom, 5 fireplaces and 4 bathroom place, I think she finally got a clue. Don't leave a big ass house full of stuff, because sooner or later your stuff will be strewn unceremoniously across the lawn for all the neighbors to whisper about over your dead bodies. So a telephone conversation that lasted a week ensued, over how to clean out my old room, what to do with the boxes, maybe she should wait until I got there to help clear out the QVC room, maybe we could sleep on the couch....on and on. Finally I just said, "Guess what, we're camping in your backyard." And we did, we brought the tent, air mattress and all our camping comforts. So every night we had peace and quiet.....that is after all my brothers, nieces and nephews cleared out of the tent since that was the place to hang away from the parents. It was rainy and cold, but I didn't care. It was quiet and I didn't have to worry about sitting on a toaster oven. But it did inspire a huge purging process when I got back home. So there went my weekends.
4) I came down with the flu during the Week Without Violence. Actually it was the Friday before, our new coordinator started that day, it was just me in the office so I had no choice but to come in with a 101 degree temp. and yell instructions down the hall to our new person, whilst shivering in my office with my heater cranked up on high. That was 3 weeks ago. It's like my body had sensed that the new coordinator was hired, the other event coordinator was back on Monday so it decided to have a colossal blow out. I was stupid enough to come back Mon-Tues the next week, but my body had other plans. So missed the rest of the week. The second week I had no voice. None, nada. But squeaked my way through work and I coughed and hacked my way through the day. The third week, I was able to get my voice back and started to feel human again, but still tire myself out easily. I think this was my intervention. I had no computer at home. No way of remoting into work, couldn't call in, nothing. I swear half my flu symptoms were the D.T.'s from work. But now I'm back, and like a new former addict, I'm really afraid to get engaged again, thus spurring a lazy attitude.
5) Oh, and did I mention that my sister in law, who lives in this same tiny town attending college at the tender age of 27, hanging with kids up to 9 years her junior, who came into my office last week bemoaning the fact that she was out of contact with her brother, crying that her family was not responsible, swearing she has not been drinking for 2 months (yeah right), saying she was working so hard on contributing to society and growing up......decided to dress as "Super Cunt" for Halloween. Lightening bolts, cape and all. Awesome. Totally. Awesome.
Screw this dry stuff, I'm off looking for my next fix. I wonder if Walmart is hiring for Christmas help yet....
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