<*ALCOHOL * WARNING*>
I'm just stressed out. In the last couple weeks I have helped hire and fire a dozen or so people. We are projecting the biggest spring the company has ever had, today was day fourteen in a row of work for me, with at least eleven of those days being 10 hours plus. Before ten am I had already helped unload 2 trucks, sent a person home sick, driven across town to finalize company shirts, and oh yeah, I landed a 20,000 to 30,000 dollar landsacpe design job in my spare time. I finished another landscape, drafted out, packaged pretty for some asshole home owner that does,t really care what went in it in the first place. This was before lunch. Somewhere around noon I must have looked a little dazed as the 3rd truck of the day rolled in because they sent me to lunch. I had a beer and chicken fingers, and then I went back and had a mini breakdown in the office. I have about 30 people wanting everything done yesterday, meanwhile I can't even remember my phone number. I must have looked crazier than I really was because I got the rest of the day off, a 15 % raise, and I don't have to be back til monday. I am not fucking crazy, I am overworked, underfriended lately, and tired. I will be driving east tomorrow, toward Lake Charles, I intend to drink with an old frind , gamble with strangers, and possibly get arrested for public nudity, or maybe pissing on a town monument. I do this all fully knowing that I AM NOT FUCKING CRAZY!
2 comments:
Wow! I wish I could be there for that. It sounds like you're going to have a fiendish time blowing off steam. Have fun and be careful. I know you have a tendancy to get a bit, shall we say, careless after you've had a few.
Don't listen to him. Just stay away from driving, otherwise go nuts.
Love you. Miss you. Wish I had known about Lake Charles before hand. I'm on vacation for 11 days and not leaving for the beach until Thursday. I'd have gone crazy with ya and met you there.
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