| | Got no time
I'm in a love/hate relationship with fall nowadays.
Its been this way for quite sometime. Fall used to signify going back
to school, championship season time, the death knell of showing season,
the accumulation of the year's efforts, and the time where I could
begin to sigh with relief to begin some experimental projects that were
shelved over the summer.
And truth be told, I love fall for the most part. Colder weather,
color, the way certain smells come back, cold rain and worn jeans, it's
comfort at its best.
The hate comes from the current situation. Fall means winter. Winter
means holidays. It means peak season, it means the jungle box
corporation demands my body for what feels like an eternity. It also
means every rugrat is an walking black plague.
The job has also left a sour note in my mouth. They officially took me
off of QA and put me into rotation. I'm back in IC ("general
population" of the department), and I feel like hell. I learned this
week I have no future with this company. That, I indeed, am an
expendable number. I've already begun motions to escape.
It was only highlighted when the Kentuckian once again broke the shaky
truce when he didn't call labor day to let the Canadian and I know that
we didn't have to work. Normally I don't care, but I'm exhausted, I
could have used the sleep. Instead I was paid and sucked up four hours
in hell.
His excuse was the lame duck that broke the camel's back. While the
Canadian attempted to circumvent me snapping, a lack of sleep and just
utter anger over rode the choke hold. I ripped him what felt like a
deserving new one, unfortunately it was public and made things much
worse.
While I don't mind public reemings, I still need to remind myself I
still have to deal with this individual for another 11 months, as does
the Canadian. Manners, and apologies were firmly in check to appropriate
people. I now maintain a polite distance, per the boy's suggestion.
The begning of fall also means rain, which we've been sorely lacking. A
normal fall has rain at least once a week out here, and the grass is
usually a vibrant green well into November. Until two days ago-- it was
a deep fried brown.
Everything suffered from it, including the ponies, who soldiered on in
what felt like one of the hottest weeks to date. They were good this
week, and I wish I could say the same for me. I had repetitive brain
farts.
Fall means birthdays.
I have three of them I need to celebrate now. The boy's, the Canadian's and the boy's father.
I went through 2/3rds of them this weekend. Part of it unsuccessfully.
After eating with the boy, I became ill. At first I thought it was from
over eating, food poisoning or maybe drinking too much red wine, but
after pitching a fever of 100, nausea and suffering flu-ish conditions,
with some interesting sinus cavity upchucking, it was clear I was just
ill.
It was probably due from stress (which shot the immune system), lack of
sleep and a deep running depression. Probably compounded with every
child going back to school and their parents becoming walking germ
factories.
I didn't survive Saturday, I crawled out of bed long enough to make the
final presentation on a project, take care of the pony and then was
forcibly grounded to bed until Sunday morning.
But everything else is fine. This week is again busy, with next week
being busier (double booked clinic and wedding) and I fear sleep, will
once again be lacking. Plus need to get my ass in gear for school. |
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