I got off work early today. Despite my lack of effort to look especially horrific, they sent me home because I "didn't look well". That always cracks me up, but I was still grateful anyway. I have a lot to do to prepare for our trip this weekend and I want everything to be as perfect as possible. I haven't planned a camping trip for a few years, and I think I've done a piss poor job so far. I booked the site last weekend and bought everything I could think of yesterday. I still forgot the essentials...like batteries...and managed to remember the ever important...like cheddarwursts. Work was much better today. I don't know why, but I have the worst freak outs before work sometimes. It used to be this way with school when I was a child...the majority of the time. There were a few years when I was excited to go...and it was either when I was pulling a 4.0 or needed to get away from my family in any fashion possible. Although, even during the latter I would ditch with my best friend of the moment and smoke cigarillos behind the supermarket down the street. This morning was one of the worst so far. I was panicking...my stomach was churning, my heart was pounding, I was sweating. I couldn't put my finger on why, and as soon as I sat at my desk I was fine. Everybody likes me very much, and even when BossLady is being a bitch from hell, she apologizes to me or tries to clarify that she's not upset with me. I just can't stand the general feeling of anxiety in the air. People are pissed off because they're overworked and underpaid, BossLady is furious because nobody can seem to do their jobs without bothering her...and I'm sitting in a cubicle in the back of an office as quiet as possible so that nobody comes to bitch at me. I don't want to hear the drama. I don't give a damn about the gossip. I just want to come in, do my job and go home to my family.
It's back to packing for me. I've got the outdoor necessities in OC little piles in the garage, and the indoor necessities are screaming to be organized in their respective receptacles. I forgot how much I love camping. My Fruit, I can't wait to spend a relaxing weekend with you and the Magster. I love you.
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It was perfect, my oh so sweet almond joy... You did a fabulous job packing everything you could think of and then some. Although I did not get to fish, and the $20 we spent to do so only got us the Doodle in the water, it was the happiest she had been all weekend, and my disappointment melted away by the smile on her face and then the one on yours. It was a perfect weekend, and a perfect camping trip. I can hardly wait to see what is coming next…
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