I read today that people who don’t care whether the glass is half-empty or half-full are the happiest people of all.
So, don’t think of it as a total and complete demotion. Consider it a pay raise for not using all those unused top-dollar skills.
BOOM.
May 25
33rd birthday / 43rd birthday
+/- 100 lbs difference
#beforeandduring
Amid the worst month of my life, there were some bright spots. Thanks, of all things, to my birthday.
My good friend decorated my new, well I wouldn’t call it a cube. More like a desk in a fishbowl in a hallway that has odors that make my eyes water. But it was filled with balloons and signs and homemade cupcakes to share. And a cute little special box of cupcakes to take home to mom.
It brought two lunches with friends. In the same week, holy shit. The only lunches I had last week.
And two more to come, I hope. Although one will never happen.
There are two of us who aren’t allowed to eat at the same time. So I often miss lunch entirely because I can’t leave when I have time. She got us special permission to eat together on my birthday but I already had plans. So we lost out. And will likely never get that blessing again.
(No one else has missed a meal yet. Least of all the decider.) And we all know I’ve had like three lunch hours a YEAR before this. It’s not like I have used the time afforded to me, let alone abused it. But it hurts when I am sitting there alone and the whole rest of the department gets their hour at the same time and by the time I am able to go, I’ve gotten busy again. She’s out most of July. Guess I’ll starve to death.)
In any event, I also got a big surprise day trip yesterday. Did not expect that at all. Pleasant adventure all around.
I’m used to being good to people and never having a soul even acknowledge me. I’m not used to people being good to me. I don’t even know how to react.
Maybe folks know I’m depressed and one more missed lunch away from walking out.
I don’t know. I just know I’m grateful that I know some pretty awesome people who care about me.
My life was pretty good a month ago.
But I had no idea I’d be in for the unhappiest birthday month ever.
As seen on Clematis …
So this is 43.
I figured a nice guy would be a change of pace.
There’s a reason I can’t stand nice guys.
Guess I need a bad boy again.
“You have to kiss ass with tongue. Don’t stop till you hit corn.”
Not the best day ever today.
I’ve taken more Advil in three weeks than I did in the past three years combined.
Time to buy stock in Pfizer.
Well, best day this month. Which is a pretty low bar.
It was great for reasons not related to the day. But to the future.
Here’s to it. Whatever it looks like, whenever it comes and whoever is lucky enough to be part of it with me.
Thank you to wanting me in yours.
The body count keeps rising.
A
B
C
D
G
JB
JC
JW
MC
MS
N
SB
SG
Honorary mention would be P. P and the second S and I were the Three Mouseketeers.
Funny how you always knew this was how it would turn out.
Ran into an old colleague I haven’t seen in five years. I said hi and hugged him. He said hi and looked confused and went on his way. Strange because this was a close friend at one time.
Couple hours later, he came back and apologized. He literally had no idea who I was because he knew me 50 pounds ago. Someone else had to tell him who I was.
Chalk one up in the “things that don’t suck” column.