Okay, I've been a bad blogger, ignoring mine, and my friends' blogs for quite some time. Wouldn't blame y'all if you stopped checking on me -- hell, even I"d have given up after a week or three.
I don't really have much of an excuse, except that I've been busy turning myself into my dad -- a workaholic. For a while there, I think even my BF forgot that there was more to me than work. My fault really, but disturbing and upsetting nonetheless.
See, I'm just way too eager to throw myself full on into anything that makes me feel worthwhile and appreciated. And given that there's not a whole hell of a lot else in my life right now that's even remotely fulfilling, I was working way too hard there for a bit. As a result, I wound up feeling more like just a business partner than a GF. Oops.
Anyway, that seems to be fixed now, and I'm trying to force myself to stop thinking about work all the time (easier said than done mind you).
Oh yeah, this whole time I've been sick as a dog too (what exactly does it mean to be "sick as a dog" anyway?). Xmas eve I caught a cold, which turned into a sinus infection, which gave me asthmatic bronchits... I spent my birthday in the dr's office, and spent new year's on my couch, curled up, praying for death. I'm only now starting to feel normal (well, normal for me anyway, cuz we all know I'm beyond weird).
And during all that, my ex went 5150 on my son's birthday, and I had to spend the entire day watching him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid before the party, and making sure that he got into the hospital... Gawd that was a mess...
And my sister dropped out of college so she could take some time to find herself... Drama city there...
AND just when I thought my job at Berkeley couldn't possibly get any worse -- it did. They've taken away my cozy little office near the ground floor, and stuck me in a high traffic cube farm on the top floor of the building, between a woman who never shuts up, and MY BOSS. Damn. Today I got snapped at because I didn't put up a note saying I'd gone to PICK UP lunch. Not that I'd gone to lunch... but that I'd gone to PICK IT UP. Um.... EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME!
Man, I'm worn. Straight worn. I need a break from life. Seriously. I dunno how much longer I can keep up this pace. I don't even take weekends off anymore, and its majorly taking its toll. *sigh*
Someone kidnap me, and force me to spend a week on the beach in Cancun without my laptop... Or something... Please...
Hey, sorry to hear that you've been ill - that's not good at all and even worse over Christmas. Hope you're feeling a little better now. Don't be working too hard, by the sounds of it some 'you-time' is long overdue.
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I'm feeling a lot better, physically... Now, if only I could shake this stupid cough...
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, I need some serious "me time" and its beyond overdue. Sad thing was, I'd scheduled "me time" for Xmas break (I had a week off work), but thats when I got sick, so I didn't get to take advantage of it.
And now the world is falling down around everyone's head, and they're all coming to me for help and support... And there's no time left for me... *sigh*
You really do need a good kidnapping. Oh, Tess, Miami's nice this time of year. ;) We have a comfy couch.
ReplyDeleteHey... email me. soforreal@gmail.com I lost all of your phone and address info.
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