Sleepy and Happy
I went into work a little late today - I showed up about 11am. No one even acknowledged my presence until about 2pm. At that point my boss came in to beat a dead horse - and offer solutions for the problem at the horrible demo yesterday. I smiled and nodded and looked as if I was interested. In all reality I really just wanted to turn to him and say, "I really don't care because this is your problem now to take care of. I did my final duty for this company covering its ass. You can clean up the mess you created." Of course that wouldn't be very kosher. I'm learning when to keep that internal dialog more internal. I was actually really good about it when talking to Jess today too. She loves to dream things up and hope for the best. I'm learning to keep my reality out of hers. It makes us both happier. Most of the situations that we get ourselves into really can be shortened to one of us saying "I reject your reality and substitute my own." We both like our separate realities and they don't often mesh with each other; as long as we can accept that the other person's reality doesn't match our own - I think we're all set.
Scott was a major RockStar yesterday. He totally saved me from myself. He picked me up from the airport, told me funny stories that distracted me from the internal dialog about the horrible day I had, and then jumped my car for me so that I could drive to work this morning. RockStar. Thanks to Kyle for talking to me last night while I aimlessly drove around in attempts to make the alternator charge the battery. Your efforts were not in vain, the car did in fact start this morning. I think between driving it the 20 miles to work, then 20 miles back, that the battery is about as charged as it is going to get. I really need to make a trip to Allston Car Wash and get the car washed. It's looking a little dirty both inside and out.
I think I'm going to go to bed now. I'm exhausted. Happy that I'm almost done. Happy that I've got good friend. Happy that life is going well. Happy with what I have.
Scott was a major RockStar yesterday. He totally saved me from myself. He picked me up from the airport, told me funny stories that distracted me from the internal dialog about the horrible day I had, and then jumped my car for me so that I could drive to work this morning. RockStar. Thanks to Kyle for talking to me last night while I aimlessly drove around in attempts to make the alternator charge the battery. Your efforts were not in vain, the car did in fact start this morning. I think between driving it the 20 miles to work, then 20 miles back, that the battery is about as charged as it is going to get. I really need to make a trip to Allston Car Wash and get the car washed. It's looking a little dirty both inside and out.
I think I'm going to go to bed now. I'm exhausted. Happy that I'm almost done. Happy that I've got good friend. Happy that life is going well. Happy with what I have.
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