Oy. Sunday evening and my internal clock is still outta whack. I just awoke from a couple hour snooze. I was awake literally all night last night from 8:00pm to 6:00am when I could finally get a bit of shut-eye. I had such high hopes for getting all kinds of things done this weekend, but now its all shot to hell.
If Im wide awake at 11 or midnight tonight, Im going to take ½ an Ambien to make sure that I dont stay awake, but also to assure that I wont sleep through my alarm when it rings at that ungodly hour that I get up before work!
I am soooo dreading going back into the office tomorrow. Not only do I have so much to catch up on, but while we were away, the rest of my bosss staff was busy complaining to her boss about her recent actions! Oh the shits gonna hit the fan in the biggest way. How do I know? Well, e-mails were flying while we were gone, and Boss confided in me about some of them. If she was a bitch before, shes gonna tear away her plain clothes to reveal her Super Bitch costume on Monday I can just feel it.
I tried to keep a neutral tone while all the back and forth was going on. Get this, one of my counterparts called me today—Sunday (!) to get my take on the whole thing and to see if she told me anything while we were overseas!! Yeah, there were some really tense situations over there. When shes in a bad mood you just have to watch out and duck the flying objects. She turns into a raving bloody you-know-what!
Grrr! I didnt really want to talk about it then why should I waste precious journal space to write about it now? Im sure there will be additional space dedicated to bitching about work later.
So. I am in the process of airing out my apartment (still!). Its taken me all weekend. Two weeks with the windows closed tight in an old apartment built in the 1930s does incredible things to the musty-factor inside. Just very stale. I hung my down comforter and feather bed outside yesterday and opened all of the windows and washed as many things that I could at the washateria. Now that was fun! My place doesnt have w/d hookups, and the place where I normally do my laundry (down the alley) was locked! So I had to suck it up and go to this place that I knew. I am now looking for a new washateria. Not that it was terrible, its just that there were some truly seedy characters there, and I dont think that place is used strictly for washing clothes. Im 99% sure I saw a drug deal go down in the parking lot .and everyone there was looking at me crookedly. There was one nice, young, and very pierced guy there who asked me if Id ever been there before. I asked him how obvious it was. He said very. He recommended not coming back, as the neighborhood is not very nice. Wow. I wont!
Anyway, very lonely weekend here. Kitty is still at Mom and Dads until Thanksgiving. All I have wanted to do is sleep and eat comfort food. Damn, how I wish I even had a glimmer of a hope of having someone here to be with me. Nothing. No one. I dont even know if I would know what to do if I had someone here. Its been so long. Last time someone spent the night was six months ago. It was LDL when he came to visit. It was wonderful but heartbreaking because I knew it was temporary.
Guess I need to look at the bright side: I have the whole bed to myself. I can wear whatever I want to bed. I can wander around the apartment looking like shit if I want. I can eat crappy food and order pizza and sit in front of the computer and watch stupid stuff on TV and let papers pile up on the dining room table and loll around in my undies reading magazines and not worry about bathroom noises and sing the theme to the Smurfs in the shower (La la la-la-la laaaahh la la la la laaaaaaaaah) and nuke my coffee in the afternoon and hang my delicates to dry without any kind of comments from anyone!
Yeah.
Off to wander through the apartment in various states of undress and then maybe an adventure story!!
Later.
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