My karma is black right now. Or maybe it's red. Black Friday is good. Means the stores are making money. So being in the red is bad, because it means you aren't making any money. And if you go by the terror alert scale, red means that there is definately going to be a terrorist attack. But red seems like such an angry color, and my karma is not angry. It is just sad and missing. Or dead. Maybe my karma is dead and so then it would be showing signs of lividity and would be more of a purpley color.
This has been the worst week. It is only Wednesday, but I have been lied to, stolen from, verbally attacked, shamed.... I have lost friends, and I have made enemies. I am being talked about behind my back, and I am being made an example of in public. I almost had a wreck, something is wrong with my transmission, I fell walking to lunch, I was so worn down and depressed last night that I forgot to turn on the alarm clocks and we all overslept. Marty and I were late for work, E was late for school. Colby is sick and cranky. He has broken two ornaments already. It is not even December.
My secretary lost some of my documents and caused me to fail an internal audit. I have been written up. Our field rep knows why I didn't have the documents, but it is inconsequental to him. The documents are my responsibility, and it is my duty to make sure they are where they are supposed to be. And she doesn't even get in trouble.
I am probably going to be sued by Alltel. My email box is empty and my mailbox is full... of bills. I can't pay my bills. Christmas is coming and I am taking money out of my equity asset line to buy presents. I am thankful that I have that option. I know that there are others that do not.
I have stopped the South Beach Diet, but have not started the Weight Watchers. Instead I am watching myself gain all my weight back because I am eating my sorrows away.
All in all, I am feeling pretty shitty. I want to quit my job and go home and lay in my bed for 27 days. I don't want to talk to anyone, and I don't want to see anyone. I just want my friends, Flannel Sheet, and Handmade Quilt to keep me company. If he isn't doing anything else, it would be nice if Feather Pillow was there, but I don't have to have him. Sourapple Martini would be good too. She is always up for a good time.
This week sucks.
4 comments:
Thinking of you & still wishing you lived closer! Get your butt to Dallas, girl! Yes, problems are problems no matter where you go, but think how fun it would be to drink Ms. Apple with someone else...ME!
I don't know what all happened. I just want you to know that you're missed.
((((HUGS))))
I wish I had a friend flannelsheet.... I hope things get better for you!
I don't know what happened either, but I am thinking of you and hope that you have a better week. You can always email me if you want!
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