Woke up about ten minutes before the alarm went off. Olympics Guy was eerily quiet so I tiptoed around, did a brief version of my morning routine of feeding Spot and gathering my stuff for the day. Before my commute began in earnest I hit McDonald's for breakfast since Tuesday is Shrink Day which means foregoing the meal of lunch. On the drive to work KCMN was playing a Christmas song by John Denver to the tune of Jerusalem which made me smile.
Work was work, it's not rocket surgery or anything and most times I feel like I'm phoning it in. I left at 11:45 and went to get my head shrunk by my therapist. One of the things I need to reconcile in my life is maintaining my distance from my family for the sake of my personal sanity.
Right now I'm hiding away and trying to find my happiness again which was completely undermined after the visit in late June and early July. Not that I was in a good state of mind back then but the visit precipitated the unfortunate events of October 2007 and October 17th, 2007 was exascerbated by the Switzer Clinic in downtown Colorado Springs for giving me a non-working telephone number to find a therapist and not getting a follow-up telephone call despite the admission of my mental state. Let us not forget the complete and abject source of fail which is the Colorado Springs Crisis Line at (719) 635-7000 which exists solely to serve as entertainment for bored volunteers. Yet what does one expect from people who aren't being paid?
I am still anxious and have habits which prevent me from doing better in life. Lately I've been doing a lot of thought-stopping and it works but drains me.
Work let out at 4 p.m. despite upper management's announcement that this week would be SUPER BUSY ZOMG and OVERTIME LOL which amounts to nothing at all. Unsurprising since word on the street at Usury, Inc. is that the company president borrowed against his own money to ensure paychecks did not bounce.
My first stop was Memorial Hospital and they advised me to go to another building a mile away to see about breaking down that $1000 bill into easier payments. By the time I got back in my car it was 4:30 and I figured I'll deal with this shit during Wednesday's lunch hour. Upon my arrival home I discovered I had three boxes!!! The gifts for Jaybird, maribou and elmgrows had arrived today! Don't worry Cassius, I got your gift a week and a half ago. What was strange is that there was a third box and I don't remember buying any extra stuff so I decided to open it up in case I might've ordered a gift but forgot about it.
I feel I must apologize because this box contained A REALLY NICE GIFT intended for me and not for anyone else. Yes I'm ashamed that I opened a gift early that was probably meant for Christmas. Whoever sent it to me, I beg your forgiveness and express nothing but abject gratitude towards you.
Now Spot's in my lap kneading my fat, dinner will be started once I am done contributing to heptapod.org and for your amusement a dream.
JUST SAYIN'
elmgrows was busy exercising and asked me how many chin-ups I could do. "I've never been able to do chin-ups." He laughed and boasted that now he could do eight chin-ups without breaking a sweat and planned on getting the highest award for the Presidential Fitness Test that used to be forced upon unwary students back in the stone ages.
While elmgrows went off to be Jack LaLane I sat down at the dining room table and stared at his grandfather clock. Someone appeared before the clock starting out not much taller than one's index finger and slowly growing and coming into existence over the course of a minute. It was my friendquaintance from work who works over in collections.
For those of you playing along at home this is the woman who showed me the ropes back in October 2003 during my brief stint with the collections department. She was pretty no-nonsense and I appreciated her candor when it came to explaining how an Usury, Inc. collector really works within the company rather than how the manual explains the job.
She is older than me but not by much. One of the things that stands out is her hair which would fit right in with a guidette of the eighties at the boardwalk in Seaside Heights. She started talking to me in a weird cant that was dishing lots of dirt about her co-workers and the company without explicitly stating the facts. I understood that she was trying to cover her own ass and didn't press her for details or clarification. One thing stood out was her low cut wifebeater and the sunrise of her left nipple. After a few minutes of coughing and subtle gestures she laughed and declared that she doesn't care and if I wanted to see her tits all I ever had to do was ask in the first place. She does have a nice rack from what I've seen when she does wear shirts like this at work but there are all these freckles on them. Meh. Tits are tits.
Things got a bit awkward then a little more comfortable as I started to bang the ever-living shit out of her on elmgrows's table with her shorts dangling off her left ankle and the wifebeater top pulled down around her waist.
On the way back from the head I ran into my friendquaintance as she was coming into the office. Man dreams must idealize things something fierce because I could see the stuff that was really good in the dreams but also I could see the harsh reality of waking life without the soft oneiric filter.
Either way it made me laugh.
