Ok, so today a whole heap of things converged to spell horror.

1) Close friend needs distance to resume prior relationship. Slam ((imagine the sound of a door closing hard))


2) I move over this weekend. I have 4 days to move a 2 story 4 bedroom house. and try as you might and plan as well as you can, its alwaysssss vastly more then you plan.) slam!

3) I worked hard on the rough draft of a paper due next week as i won't have a lot of time to do it as i'll be moving.It's a strong paper and well written in many aspects BUT wrong. It was also used for an example in class (with my blessing) and with all the other stuff converging it was tough. Slam

4) I informed my teacher that I won't be able to attend Tuesday due to said move and she was cool about it and offered to go over the compare and contrast lesson 30 minutes before class on Thursday with me. This is a fantastic offer but with missing 3 days of work and having to also complete the above paper as well as a whole other paper assigned Thursday, Slam

5) My mother calls and says my grandfather is not doing well and all my cousins with the exception of me were there this evening. That perhaps i need to see him in the next 3 days. Of course this is fine by me, but where on earth between all the other things do i have room for it... I decide I'll go in the morning before work and just suck it up. I'll do the paper another time. ( which really is all emotional avoidance therapy for a multitude of emotions to even think of.) Slam

6) I call my father to google directions to my grandfathers hospital and it sounds like he laughed and said I died. ( as in cellphone service) but what he said was "He just died," and he repeats through sobs (which ive never heard my father do before) "Your Grandfather just died, just now. Slam

7) There will also be a funeral in the middle of my move. No changing the dates though its all set in stone. ( Which is easier to think about then the emotion.) Grandfather was my favorite in the clan and also the most respectable human I know.Slam

8) I'll probably regret having posted this by dawn and i am sorry as it sucks ass to read this sort of stuff but well, I can't sleep, I can't write, I can't think nor call anyone as the clan doesn't know yet, nor does my grandmother. Just waiting for the tylynol PM to kick in.Slam

9) Right about now, you are probably wishing this was just another damn coffee thread huh?


Slam

Despite our differences.



~Henri Nouwen

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."

is it me or have you been away for a while?

At least Im around.

Karen I'm so very sorry about your grandfather

When it rains it truly pours sometimes.

s to you

EskomoKisses said:

Indeed. Perhaps I gave up drinking a hair to soon?

Muse2NOPharaoh said:

No use drowning

JDInteractive said:

hey you, how is it over there?

Muse2NOPharaoh said:

Im nekkid right now.

JDInteractive said:

Well as long as they don't have laws against that you work it!

Muse2NOPharaoh said:

My head hurts. Will you come and look after me?

Thanks to all and I have applied Steves advice to matters and mellowed out a good bit.... well at least until,

I called the office to my new residence tying to get the final numbers for tomorrows move in to which she announces, "you aren't moving in to the 16th" i assure her I am moving in in the morning per agreement between myself and the manager and that she must have forgotton to tell her about it. She says she'll call and check on it but the tone she took indicated one thing, the joints not ready.



I have all the services going off here and on there and YOU MUST BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.....


I remain calm. well, until she calls back to inform me I won't be moving in until the 16th as they simply are not ready. I raise my voice just a panicked hair and tell her the movers are set and everything is in motion and we need to come to some compromise as i have a funeral and rosary to attend etc... She calmly informs me I failed to get that in writing so tough cookies. Long story but suffice it to say,


GAME OVER


TILT!

I then unleashed a litany that would have woke up the dead and certainly baffled the OC. She continued to repeat her chorus of you don't have it in writing.

End result I am moving in tomorrow at 9am.

I'm calm again.