This will ALWAYS be TEMPORARY

Tuesday was one of those interesting days. By the time I arrived at work, I’d already felt like a ball of crap wrapped inside of a sausage and egg burrito that you would find in Texas sold on a truck, at the corner of “Watch out” and “Please don’t”. I cried uncontrollably for quite some time. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around various concepts. It was like the words and actions simply didn’t add up in a certain matter. But, hell, I am kind of getting used to that. Work began, with 79 unread emails with equal parts being from applicants desperately seeking work in this failed/over extended and bailed up and bailed out economy. Whereas the other portion were from co-workers and management all wondering what I was doing, or telling me what to do, or telling me how I should do it. And then was one sad little email from a co-worker who found an ugly ass dog and wanted to “sell” the bastard to someone. Now that email, made me laugh. I wonder if Ms. Thing is still in custody of the mut. Let’s call the mut “Rilo”; just because that’s how I feel right now. And all that really matters to me, is, right now. Moving along, a co-worker, or shall I say an office occupant, who lied on me while I was away from work the week before last (we’ll discuss that later) decided, I guess after I peered into his cold-Satan like eyes for the last time without ever cracking a smile, wanted to come and clear the air with me. How do you think I responded? See with me, after you do me dirty, and especially if we don’t have any ties binding us together, I will smooth cut you off without question. I am not mad at this ball-less piece of dirt, I am just done being anywhere in his sphere. Forward march------Then something in my sick mind told me to check one of my bank accounts and I saw a cute balance of $14.11. YES!!! I thought, I can afford a salmon salad from down the way. I grabbed my big bag, and shuffled around, seeking my wallet. And can you guess what happened next? That’s right. Not a wallet in sight. My wallet had been left in the car. The car that was used to drop me off at work. The car that was probably 30-40 miles away from me. Panicked, aggravated and now at the point of new tears, I remembered that I had a small piece of fish and about 7 green beans in the fridge from the previous day. “Yeah Buddy” I thought. Go-Go gadget microwavableisms. And soon in my brown awkward shaped mouth was the fish and 7, or make that 6 fresh, beautifully colored green beans. Ummm. Satisfied, for now.
My day continued to be a rollercoaster ride of emotions. You may be reading this and saying “Man, that girl has issues.” And you would be correct. I really am a reactor though. And sadly, my threshold for BS and pain isn’t quite as tolerant as it was in my “hay days” (early 20’s). Now it’s really 1.5 strikes and you are out. The first time you are late to do something for me. The first time that you lie on me. The first time that you don’t do what I ask you to do after investing a great deal, makes me question every single thing ever been told. I may not say anything then (big mistake, sometime); I just let it build up and then “Boom” Pipes are broken and so are your spirits and because I’ve exploded; now my heart is hurting. *Sigh* There has to be a better way. I did, ask my Insurance about my mental health benefits though. I had an appointment too, but then I forgot about it. So, really there was no point in sharing that last bit with you, but I did, just to further reinforce your perception of me. Hahahahahahahaha (I am really laughing now). Moving onward, yet again, I was re-playing a recent conversation in my head where “friends” were being discussed and at the very moment, as though God himself wanted to show me that HE is always listening and providing, one of the fantastic four called me up. The warming and familiar voice said “Lizzard, I miss you, I was thinking we could do dinner tonight.” Now remember, I was dropped off and had no money on me. I sadly explained those facts to “TRAILBLAZING” (you have to be and advent blog reader to know which one the girls that is). I remembered thinking “OMG, I hate to be a burden, my life sucks raw ass cakes with bell peppers.” And she very sweetly said “Don’t worry about it.” WOW!!!
A few hours later, we were at one of the Wing joints that we all like, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. Now, you’d have to listen to us to understand just how random the chats are. We have somehow created our own lingo and if you try to decipher it or read too much into it, you will lose the whole point and really demonstrate your lameness. So here’s how the chat went: (and this is a lose translation)
• My job sucks
• I hate my job too
• 2 seconds from saying EF it to everything
• Gotta change the scene
• He got drunk and said he liked to have penises close to him??
• So he’s a real swinger, eh?
• Yucko
• “This will ALWAYS be TEMPORARY” (still don’t understand those two words together)
• “Ugh attachments”
• “I almost didn’t come back”
• Will we be this way at 40?
• “Perhaps, I would have his baby”
• “facebook stalkers”
• Time for another road trip
• Yeah a double Libra Birthday party!! Woo Hoo
• “Sure we’ll have another beer”
After a few hours of randomness and venting about things that really made no sense, my buddy handed me her keys because now she was tipsy. I asked her if she had a preferred route home, and we ended up taking a field trip. We started in the Woodlands, went down 2920, into Ye Old Tomball, ended at “Business 249” (not to EVER be confused with regular 249”) into Cypress, where we ran into Eldridge, made a few lefts around a bend, and over a rickety bridge where below flowed some mysterious body of water and bam, I was home. Now my buddy had a wee bit further to go. I didn’t even call to see if she was ok. But she did “like one of my facebook posts” so that serves as reassurance that she is alive, unless some weirdo stole her phone and is using it to take X-rated pictures in an effort to sabotage her. Let’s just say, all ended well and I am feeling pretty delicious sitting here in my banana yellow shirt.
That is all. There is no moral. No point. That’s why it’s Liz’s Café of blogs, serving you what you need or not, most times, except when I am out of town or inebriated.