Caterwauling

My spirit animal/new favorite relative worked two hours today and said fuck it. Rest of the day off. Starting now.

I don’t think I was ever like that. Even when I submitted my one-month notice to this job on Dec. 1, 2019, I worked every available minute till Dec. 31.

Shit, I worked till Feb. 10. Full time. Pissed off the new employers something fierce. No wonder they never liked me after that.

Of course, it got me this job back, so I WIN, CINDY.

I notice, and I shouldn’t say it out loud, is I don’t focus well anymore. I mean, I do when I need to. But not like I used to.

Ever since they installed some software, I should have committed myself to proving what a kickass worker I am.

But not only did it cheese me off, my system requires a reboot at least 3x daily. Goodbye attention span.

My system shuts down Outlook to keep running Teams. So I have to remember what messages i was in the middle of reading or sending.

And forget it with Chrome. the thing spins constantly. But if I close down Teams, I might be able to do the research I need for the Word document … THAT JUST CLOSED TO RUN CHROME.

Yes I could and should use my own computer. It’s against the rules but, I imagine, so I saying fuck it and staring at a wall for two hours.

I’m not even jealous that she (my cousin, not my computer) can unplug when time off is declared. It’s that I don’t feel productive enough on my “on” time to deserve any off time.

Answering messages (constantly) on off days is actually a blessing for me. Oh, they still need me, hooray. Maybe they will forgive the “not being able to take calls because my stupid system decided that it won’t run SOUND anymore and I can’t afford to reboot and lose all my articles I am writing and editing.”

Honestly if they said it’s time to RTO, they could bribe me with a better computer.

FLORIDA!!!!!

I for one cannot believe Taylor Swift plays in Miami TONIGHT and I don’t have a ticket.

I had this employee who is also a Swiftie. When the concert was announced, we made a pact to try for two tickets and whoever got them would take the other.

So I signed up as a Verified Fan and was one of “The Lucky One”s who got a code.

I did the whole exhausting process but ended up empty-handed.

I asked how she fared and she was like what? I didn’t know.

LIKE HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW. WE TALKED ABOUT THIS.

I didn’t say that. I said oh well wasn’t meant to be.

What I didn’t say is I had a better feeling about NOLA. EVERYONE wants to come to Miami. Like her. I cannot get far enough AWAY from it.

Anyway. I always figured I’d pick up a resale ticket. Those went as high as 67,000 — for ones in the freaking sky.

Prices did drop. I can get something behind the stage/obstructed for $1,200 plus a $450 fee on the resale sites. Oof again.

So now I’m looking for Swiftie events and brunches and such.

I mean, honestly, I did budget two grand for resale. I mean, I live here — not like I need a hotel or anything.

But then I said you know what? I want to meet the baby. My two grand went to Delta, Marriott, a pet sitter and gifts. I got a day off work and time with people I love. And iced butter cookies and Sarris Candies.

I know Cindy likes to make fun of me when I say “I win.” Of course, she likes to make fun of me anyway. But like Taylor Swift sings, “I put narcotics in my songs — that’s why you keep singing along.” Apparently I put drugs in my blogs, since she’s still reading and quoting me. I should send her an autographed bra or something.

In any event, my Miami Swiftie budget is blown, is what I am reminding myself here. Though I do spy a brunch that I wouldn’t have to drive 55 miles to attend, and I think I’ll do that.