I lost my job last week. I’m not ready to talk about it so kindly please refrain from any comments or discussion about it. Thanks, I appreciate it.
I needed to tell you that because the posts that are about to follow would make less sense if you didn’t understand my frame of mind.
Last week, the night before I lost my job, my Dad went into the hospital. I knew something was wrong and both my father and my brother insisted I was being ridiculous. I can write a whole post about my feelings on this, but I’m not. Suffice to say, he was almost dead. Again. In any case, he got to the hospital in time, he’s home now and he’s fine. And, frankly, he’s going to give me a heart attack from nervous anxiety if he doesn’t stop pushing the envelope with his health.
So, Dad’s in the hospital. I pretty much know I am losing my job and have been sick over it for weeks. Here I am doing everything I can to get my mojo back and this shit has to happen.
Ok, so the good news is that I am mostly over Bobby. He’s not dead and gone, and luckily the timing of Mr. Electricity came when I needed it most – before I lost my job. So, that helped, a LOT. I started to get the dating mojo back or otherwise there may have been a good chance that all my confidence ended up on the bottom of the Pit of Despair. While I have spent time in the Pit of Despair all too recently, I really wasn’t looking forward to heading back down there for some time. I had enough between Bobby and my health scare.
I chose to ignore the shock to my system of losing my job and just get flat-out ridiculous for 4 days straight. It could have been worse.
A lot worse.
I wasn’t half as wicked as I would have been had I not gotten my period a week early and with some kind of awful vengeance.
I suppose at some point I may want to evaluate how much I like to drink. I know I’m not an alcoholic, I just love how it makes me feel when I’m ready to feel like that. I don’t desire it in-between times and I have no craving for it. However, my judgment is lacking when I’m tipsy. Actually, I think my current judgement as it relates to men is generally lacking right now. I want to fuck. A lot. I want to get my job situation off my mind a little while and be fucked. I don’t even care if I get used.
Yep. That’s about how I feel right now. I haven’t cried, I just drank and drank and drank. And then, when I am able, I’m going to fuck and fuck and fuck.
So, sit back, get ready for the entertainment. Don’t judge, just enjoy.
And, believe me, those of you who know me well, it’s not half of what it would have been had I not been indisposed. This is just bad judgement at its best.