Thursday
Today I suggested hiring H to do the crazy client changes (that I nearly had a stroke over yesterday) so he's doing some freelance for us. My reasoning: I don't know how to do what they want, he seems to, he needs money, I need help 'cause I'm kind of snowed AND fried. Win win, right? Except that it was totally scary — I mean, the last person I had recommended was such a smashing success. And I had to say I didn't think I could do it, which is a lovely feeling and not at all embarrassing.
And it was awkward — at work, that is… hiring the husband I'm divorcing.
Initially I had had plans tonight to have drinks with a guy I used to work with. No, not like that. He's the stereotypical annoying little brother type, and a former smoking buddy and he's… nice (ish), but kind of a dick and I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. ANYWAY, we had plans. I don't know. He emailed, I'm nosy and I like to drink.
BUT... I was struggling on this fourth logo project at work, and I needed to work late, and it was Thursday, which meant traffic would be horrific, and it was raining, so it would be double triple horrific... so I asked to put it off a week. I felt bad, but... email, done.
And THEN, my very dear friend L called, heading to ATL with a layover today. Wanted to meet up and hang out at the airport, which sounded great and much fun — I love her and I miss her and I'd have loved to — except for the fact that it was literally undoable. We left it open in case I could... but, dude... I couldn't. And then I realized that I hadn't heard from her because I was supposed to have called, so not only could I not meet her, I'd also totally blown her off.
I realized that I had done this during my my hour-plus-long drive home (traffic! I still can't get over the bumper-to-bumper traffic even if I leave work at 7:00, which I did) in the pouring rain while I was talking on the phone with my dad. My brother-in-law's brain biopsy went well (It's not cancer, yay! they don't know what it is yet (still), but it's probably maybe treatable!) and my parents are pretty fried from taking over my nephews while my sister and BIL were gone (the biopsy was at MUSC in Charleston).
Then I talked to H and ended up meeting him, his mom and his sister for dinner. I picked them up at H's. First time I've seen my mother-in-law in a year and a half (against three week since I'd seen Eepie — I felt pretty rude since I really just wanted to cuddle my kitty but three weeks vs a year and a half and mother-in-law vs cat meant I couldn't) so AWKWARD. We headed out for sushi.
We did have a lovely dinner, and I taught H's mom to use chopsticks (apparently, there are no Japanese restaurants in Germany) and we drank. And... it was okay until she burst into tears about the divorce, and H and I not being together... ai. chihuahua.
And then she cried some more.
We left and they wanted to walk (I had driven) so I hugged them, and I left.
That was kind of rough.
I'm tired.
I am drinking more than maybe I should, but damn.
And it was awkward — at work, that is… hiring the husband I'm divorcing.
Initially I had had plans tonight to have drinks with a guy I used to work with. No, not like that. He's the stereotypical annoying little brother type, and a former smoking buddy and he's… nice (ish), but kind of a dick and I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. ANYWAY, we had plans. I don't know. He emailed, I'm nosy and I like to drink.
BUT... I was struggling on this fourth logo project at work, and I needed to work late, and it was Thursday, which meant traffic would be horrific, and it was raining, so it would be double triple horrific... so I asked to put it off a week. I felt bad, but... email, done.
And THEN, my very dear friend L called, heading to ATL with a layover today. Wanted to meet up and hang out at the airport, which sounded great and much fun — I love her and I miss her and I'd have loved to — except for the fact that it was literally undoable. We left it open in case I could... but, dude... I couldn't. And then I realized that I hadn't heard from her because I was supposed to have called, so not only could I not meet her, I'd also totally blown her off.
I realized that I had done this during my my hour-plus-long drive home (traffic! I still can't get over the bumper-to-bumper traffic even if I leave work at 7:00, which I did) in the pouring rain while I was talking on the phone with my dad. My brother-in-law's brain biopsy went well (It's not cancer, yay! they don't know what it is yet (still), but it's probably maybe treatable!) and my parents are pretty fried from taking over my nephews while my sister and BIL were gone (the biopsy was at MUSC in Charleston).
Then I talked to H and ended up meeting him, his mom and his sister for dinner. I picked them up at H's. First time I've seen my mother-in-law in a year and a half (against three week since I'd seen Eepie — I felt pretty rude since I really just wanted to cuddle my kitty but three weeks vs a year and a half and mother-in-law vs cat meant I couldn't) so AWKWARD. We headed out for sushi.
We did have a lovely dinner, and I taught H's mom to use chopsticks (apparently, there are no Japanese restaurants in Germany) and we drank. And... it was okay until she burst into tears about the divorce, and H and I not being together... ai. chihuahua.
And then she cried some more.
We left and they wanted to walk (I had driven) so I hugged them, and I left.
That was kind of rough.
I'm tired.
I am drinking more than maybe I should, but damn.
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