The last threads of my sanity
are just about ready to snap. These past few months have been so difficult, it's a wonder I'm not catatonic by now. Ever feel like your life is some weird Psych project you aren't privy to? That's pretty much how I feel. Like I'm the test subject in some "how much stress can the human body handle" project.
Yesterday, I had training for my judge of elections job. Nothing too bad there. I was awakened by the love of my life at 7 AM which I wasn't too happy about. Of course, he only does this when something is really important because he knows waking me from a dead sleep just say hello is akin to playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun. It was important. His crazy ex is making all sorts of crazy statements to the court in a effort to prevent him from coming here to live with me. I won't go in to it all because it's crazy and I can't recount it without swearing profusely. By profusely, I mean language that would make a hardened sailor blush. She doesn't want him to be happy and in the process of making herself feel really good about not letting him be happy, she's tearing my life apart. That's all I'll say. So, my day was shot. I was worried and angry and stressed out beyond belief. But, I managed to make it through training and all without having a melt down.
This morning, I had so much work backed up that I was tempted to put a do not distrub sign on my door for around an hour just to catch up. By 9 AM, I was already exhausted. So, I sent my favorite DJs over at WOXY an email asking them to please play me "Spitting Venom" by Modest Mouse in the hopes that it would curb any homicidal rages building up. They did, it did. I choked on aspirin this morning too. I took a handful to help relieve the pain in the center of my neck that's just about driving me nuts. As a result of said pain, I'm wearing a new fragrance. It's called Eu' d Ben Gay and it's not very appealing.
A few months ago, I called a college for information. I didn't apply or send my transcripts, I just asked for information. Less than 24 hours later, I got an email congratulating me on my acceptance to their school. This sent up a huge red flag for me as I hadn't applied. I disregarded the email and never registered for classes. Now, their bursar's office says I owe them an application fee! I told them I never applied nor would I since the school accepted me without reviewing my transcripts and without me applying. They said they'd straighten it out, they didn't. I got another email this morning and royally tore into the guy in the bursar's office. If I get another email or phone call, I'm calling the AG"s office. If I owed them money, I'd pay it. I didnt' apply, so I don't owe an application fee.
Wait, it gets better. I made a mistake last week and we short paid an invoice. No problem, the vendor called and pointed it out and I was more than willing to take care of it. It was my mistake and they deserve to be paid what we owe. So, I asked the guy if he would please send me an inovice showing the amount we short paid, then I'd take care of it and all would be settled. He replied "You'll have to work that out on your own, lady." My reserved response was "My name is Amber, not lady." That's not what I wanted to say, but I was playing nice. My boss thought it was hilarious.
I emailed my academic advisor today because I made a boo-boo when I registered. I signed up for a major in Sociology and not Psychology. So, I needed to switch over. His reply was "I'll have you re-evaluated for psych as soon as possible." I found that hilarious. I told him I probably need a good psych re-eval. He said he did too.
Oh, and more from the vendors. I had to call to get an updated components list and pricing for an item we use, but not regularly enough to have the most current info. The company I called is super nice. Their employees are generally nice guys, but they've got only two guys in parts, Mr. Slow and Mr. Slower. Of course, today I get Mr. Slower. That parts list should arrive sometime next century.
And, I've got a paper due tomorrow night on female genital mutliation. That's plenty enough to raise my blood pressure. I find the practice disgusting and I can't think of one good reason for it to be continued. The research on this one is enough to raise anyone's blood pressure.
At this rate, the gates of hell could open in front of me and I wouldn't be shocked at all. In fact, I'd probably schedule a lunch meeting with Mr. Bill Z. Bub and his friend Lou C. Fer just for kicks.
I'm in one of those laughing so I don't cry type moods. I'll most likely cry before too long. The stress is weighing on me more than I care to admit.
18 Comments:
Skip the psych-eval, do that on your anooying neighbors when you have no good movie to watch and the weather is to yucky to go out in! Get a facial, have your nails done, take a hot tub (preferably NOT ALONE!) and turn down the lights and the music up. If this fails go out right now and buy anything that remotely resembles chocolate. If still perplexed watch all the Johnny Depp movies you can find (my favorite semi-suave hero that doesn't get in too much danger, or whatever floats your boat! then sit back and primp in the mirror and gloat because you know you can handle more than this if you have too! Still, if all that fails build a float in your driveway for all your neighbors to see and drive it to work! James
By Ashmancometh, Apr 26 07 6:48 PM
You have a great sense of humour! James
By Ashmancometh, Apr 26 07 6:48 PM
You know, the building a float in my driveway idea sounds good. Driving it to work sounds even better. I've already done the buying anything that remotely resembles chocolate bit. Johnny Depp films? Check. I may settle in and watch Crybaby in a bit. The hot tub plan sounds good, but I hate being in a hot tub alone and my love lives in another country. So, that one waits.
I'm trying to keep my spirits up by amusing myself any way I can right now. The cat chasing something only she can see is very amusing.
By IndieQueen, Apr 26 07 7:32 PM
Well the float advice comes after walking a parade route in Houston from beginning to end, had I had rollerblades a couple cute girls (who must have been lost) could have helped me out, and my male friends would have loved to see the frayed and fringed short shorts I am sure! The humidity that day, San Fran has got to be a walk in the park.....but I have friends of varying backgrounds and support them! James
By Ashmancometh, Apr 26 07 9:41 PM
I know how you feel...we have been discussing the same thing along the same lines lately...is there something out there we cant see getting pleasure into pushing us to our limits? I walk on eggshells if a day goes by and nothing has put a huge wrench into our day. This past 2 weeks has been non stop horrible. I dont want to take anymore baths for the sake of maybe it will help, or escape with anymore movies, and even though I am told getting through these stressful situations makes us stronger...well in that case, I am Wonder Woman! I dont want to be Wonder Woman. I dont want the phone to ring, or to answer my door, or to open my mail. You know what? All these things will pass, and next week it will be a whole 'nother bunch of probs. But a good thing happened last night...I got a belated birthday present...a metal detector. Now to figure out how to put it together. Wanna come treasure hunting with me Indie?
My heart does go out to you though...and as always, I hope things ease. Dont take too many aspirin...not good for your tummy and thats the last thing you need right now. Try Chamomile Tea. ~Joanie~
By joaniem, Apr 27 07 9:28 AM
I would love to go treasure hunting with you. Maybe after we can build that float and have our own parade.
James can come along! It'll be fun.
Ahhh, San Fran. In my perfect world, I'd be living there right now.
By IndieQueen, Apr 27 07 10:03 AM
Spitting Venom? Sounds like a marvelous choice. That song is a godsend for when I'm feeling angry.
Good vibes coming your way, Indie. :)
By milky54, Apr 27 07 3:07 PM
LOL LOL...San Fran? I never thought of treasure hunting in San Fran...but up here we have ghost towns from the old logging days and shore lines. Find the ghost towns old out houses where the coins dropped out of the pockets and you wont have to work for a year. We have an old garbage site from the early 1900's on my property ...I already dug up old bottles in there...I cant wait to get back down there. Yeah, come on up to my island on your way to San Fran LOL.~Joanie~
By joaniem, Apr 27 07 3:44 PM
I'm coming up to your island and we're heading off to San Fran together. We can go all Thelma and Louise like. Two stressed out women on the edge, who's gonna stop us?
Milky dear, thanks very much. "Spitting Venom" played at top volume not only freaks out the cat,it curbs any homicidal feelings I may have. The cat could recite that song line by line at this point.
By IndieQueen, Apr 27 07 5:31 PM
Hmmm, Thelma and Louise, "I'm stuck out here like stink on stink and I ain't having a terds luck getting a ride!"(sneer). james
By Ashmancometh, Apr 27 07 10:55 PM
Now I know how stressed you are when youre thinking "Thelma & Louise" ROFLMJOOO!!!! And what a paper you can do for your psyche class as well! I will bring my digital live video camera and we can film it all. Can you imagine how many media outlets will scream for that film? I have a bunch of huge Super Shooters in the garage from the kids. I also have another thought...I have every color there is of food color and egg dye we can put into the water. We each get a different color and will be able to see "who" hits the most people on our way to San Fran. Can you imagine the publicity? LOL. ~Joanie~
By joaniem, Apr 28 07 12:27 PM
Now, that's what I call a plan! Can you just imagine the news bulletin "Two women, apparently crazy, have been spotted with a metal detector and some high velocity water pistols." "Approach with caution, You risk being dyed blue and having your pocket change lifted."
I'm up for it. When do we leave?
By IndieQueen, Apr 29 07 8:20 AM
Okay ~ you get the blue, and I get the red LOL...anyone else want to join us? We need a camera person like in the Blair Witch Project. I brought this up to someone in the family, making a joke out of it, and they said it would work! To go for it. Yep...we need alot of pocket change for bail money IF they can catch us. How about a loud speaker with the song "Catch Us If You Can" on our way out of town? We may even be responsible for our lawmakers to foot a bill "Super Soaker Legislation".
On the other hand, if you saw the movie "Convoy" ~ alot of people came out to root for those truckers...I bet alot of other crazy ladies out there would want to join us on our way to San Fran! This is getting better and better....a whole convoy of us making a statement. Now we need a good handle to go by LOL.
~Joanie~
By joaniem, Apr 29 07 2:15 PM
B4E needs a break, she can come too. But first, we must subdue her evil boss from hades. I'm sure he is in fact the Bill Z Bub I mentioned earlier on. For that, we will require duct tape. I've got us covered there. We'll put him in a tutu while we're at it. We'll have to find one of those, I'm fresh out.
James, you up for camera man? You can always say we held you hostage and plea right out of any pending charges. Of course, you'll also be in charge of the pocket change/bail money.
Remember ladies, Super Soakers don't kill people, they just make it look like you've wet yourself.
By IndieQueen, Apr 29 07 5:30 PM
Sure thing, and maybe there will be a liitle bit of a psycho thriller sub plot...or we can just blow something up for no reason..a good guy effect.
I'm confused...are we driving the float to california Thelma and Louise style? How about we fund this by setting up fake mobil toll booths along the way!
By Ashmancometh, Apr 30 07 3:44 AM
Oh my God, yes! Can you just imagine all of us in a float with super soakers, Easter egg dye and a metal detector? There's an insanity plea right there.
We should probably blow something up. Just to make it look good.
Can you make some convincing looking toll booths? I don't think my skills in paper mache are quite up to that. Wait, I work with welders. That problem may be solved.
By IndieQueen, Apr 30 07 8:34 AM
So Indie, can you come up with a soundtrack to this trip across insanity? Yes, how bout we blow up that place in Arizona that is a snake show and souvenier museum, that might bring that guys some tourists, or we can fake it if we have to!
By Ashmancometh, May 01 07 1:10 AM
Can I come up with a soundtrack? That's like asking Jacque Cousteau if he can find a turtle. Of course I can.
Hmmm, blowing up a snake show. Sounds good to me, but somebody else will have to get close to it. Or, we can fake it. Rubber snakes flying in the air sounds amusing to me.
By IndieQueen, May 01 07 11:25 AM