So I took Drake in to get groomed today because I was getting sick of doing it and it makes so much of a mess. Well, hahahahaha, I only use scissors when I groom him. They shaved him. He looks, like, I don’t know. He has zero curls left. It’s kind of funny, actually hysterical. I started laughing uncontrollably when I saw him. The lady was like oh no did we do a bad job? I told her no, I just didn’t expect it to be so short, but it grows so it’s okay. I just miss his curls. My poor boy. Hahahahaha. Okay I’m done laughing.
So I’m out of work again. I don’t know how long for this time. I’m actually waiting for my Dr. to call me back. I had an appointment with her last night but she was having a “crisis” with one of her other patients so she had to send me away. Every time I go in there they have NPR on in the waiting room. I hate NPR. There is always the same sing songy narrator, always female, that is talking about some democratic uncertainty and how the world is really out to get you. Then they always have some idiot republican come on, always male, that says something to the affect of, everyone that votes is taking a chance. What the fuck is that kind of statement? I hate the story telling sound they have and then they always interview the most idiotic people to make it sound like the world is really really really bad. I can listen to NPR for 2 hours and know the entire programming for the rest of the week. I guess in my “circle” of friends listening to NPR is the “in” thing to do. I just can’t, do it. I can think for myself. I can read news. I don’t need some crack potted narrator lady ready stories to me to get it. Sorry, I’m being very anti liberal right now, and for liberal Patti it’s not true to form, but what the hell. I have tried, I just can’t do it.
Now that I’m done with that tirade, back to my story. Anyway, she sent me away and promised she would call me in the morning and we could figure out all of the paperwork for my leave of absence. Well, it’s 1:30 in the afternoon, and alas, no phone call. She always calls me back in the evening so I don’t know why she said she would call me during the day. I don’t know why I’m disappointed that she has yet to do so. Ah, whatever, I don’t care, I’ll just patiently wait here.
So the friendship front has been interesting. Marisa has again dropped off the face of the earth. I love her dearly, but she has troubles with her girlfriend so she shuts everyone else out when she is with her so they can focus on their relationship. She also has completely devoted herself to her job. Or my job. Or whatever. I’m happy for her that she’s found herself happy in her career, but, I think she is setting her hopes high. I have told her this, so don’t feel I’m literally bashing her behind her back. I just know so many really really really good assistants that haven’t been promoted that have been there for years. Then the other assistants that I know that have been promoted have been assistants for 10+ years. Part of the reason why I want to leave too. The possibility for promotion is right at your finger tips, and everyone taunts it right in front of your face, but when reality hits, it’s much harder than one thinks.
So the painter for the house should hopefully start tomorrow. Brandon has gotten a lot of work done around the house the past few weeks and I’m really impressed. The realtor said she hopes, as do we, that we can get the house listed November 1st. They say that 90% or something like that sell within the first couple of weeks. So we should know soon. As Brandon says I will miss this house. It was our first house. But, well, you can’t always have a first house. I guess you can. We couldn’t with this house though. This is a first house. This will be anyone’s first house. Or house in between. This isn’t THE house. You know, the house your parents have lived in your entire life that you bring your grandkids to? This is not that house. So it’s okay, time to move on.
I’m supposed to be grocery shopping now. But for the lack of any interest in doing so, I’m sitting here typing on my red mac. I don’t have a macbook, I have a red macbook. It’s the only kind to have, of course. I honestly don’t feel well at all. I feel like I’m coming down with the flu now, after a week of vomiting and not eating. It never ends. Or gets better. I didn’t sleep for nine days. NINE DAYS. Can you believe that? I mean, it’s not like, oh I had crappy sleep for nine days. It’s, um, I have been awake for nine days. I have slept the past four nights though, with medication I’m not at all supposed to be taking, so I feel a little better in that aspect. I have to stop taking it though, so inevitably, the nine days will turn into many many more.
Oh, and will someone leave a comment. I’m not asking for a lot here, I just want to see how it works. PLEASE.
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