Well I have survived the hangover and I've lived to tell the tale, although there isn't too much to say, I merely drank a couple too many Michelob Ultra's. Mark and I went out Friday night to our favorite casino - something I absolutely had to do, just to let off a little steam. I am a bit of a lightweight when it comes to my alcohol, and I over-did it. I don't get drunk enough for others to notice, but I could sure tell yesterday morning. Ugh. It has been years since I suffered like that for that reason, and a good lesson for me - because I don't want to feel that way again. I think alot of the reason was that we got in at three, and I had to get up for work. Yes, it was a good day-and I'm being facetious here - as I had to work until three in the afternoon, then Mark and I had to drive to the city to feed the fish, and I mean ONE FISH, A fish. We drove for two hours to feed a goldfish. Yes, I know, no one ever said I was smart. But the fish belongs to Janelle, and it's residing up in Des Moines in her unused apartment, and it has to be fed at least once a week, so that was the deal. I don't believe in animal cruelty of any kind, but in this case, I think it would be so much better to flush the damned thing. If she were still little, that's exactly what I would do, and buy her another before she gets back. (Calm down Janelle, I'm not doing that). So after I fed the fish and collected the mail, we met son 1 and 2, and the girlfriend for dinner, at the Outback. I haven't seen my youngest in what felt like forever, so it was nice to spend a couple of hours with him and Steph - she is just like one of my own, too. We were home by 9 pm last night, and I think I was asleep by 9:01. Ah, the excitement that is my life.
This morning, I am up and having to go to work, again, I simply cannot get my work finished during business hours - and time is running out on me. I would SO much rather go back to bed, cook a meal, watch my NASCAR...but I have only five days left and about five weeks of work to accomplish. If you all should not see me here as regularly, have no fear - I am only covered up by my job and I will return to my usual thang after this nightmare is over, by the end of this week.
And what a nightmare it is - I am having trouble getting it through my head that in just a short time, my whole world will be changing and gone, at least the world as I have known it. My office is just about like my home - full of things that belong to me, things that mean something only to me... and the task of moving out of it will be almost as bad as moving from my home. I have a refrigerator, a table, a coat rack, lamps, a tv, my computer, gazillions of pictures on the walls, what seems like a thousand cards and letters to bring home, all the business records from the ice cream store, many business records from the race track, all of my own business records, tax records, and all of Owners, too...when I think of all of it, my head spins. My office itself was built specifically for me, it is the only private office in the place, it's huge and has a door--and for that reason, I expect that Mr. New Owner will be anxious to take it over, along with the rest of the place. The dealership was built with a no-door policy, all the sales offices are open and the business offices are all in one large room. When I came there, I insisted that I had to have a door, and Owner had one built for me. So I suspect that BJ will want it, and that's okay - I won't be there much longer, anyway. The whole idea of it makes me want to cry. And I have no idea what I am going to do, for a job. I haven't even begun to have the time to consider that. If I think about it too long, I want to hyperventilate...good heavens, get me a xanax.
So that is my world right now. In some ways, it will be better when all this has happened and is over with. I will be here as much as possible and I will be reading what you all have to say - but hang with me, I'll be back. Have a good, GOOD Sunday. :)