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“Shit. Oh Shit.”
“What?!
“She …um.. she’s.. Oh shit. She and the baby went into distress. They did an emergency C-section. The babie’s heart stopped. But they think he’s going to make it. He’s in the NICU.”
“What about her?!”
“It’s not good. She went into cardiac arrest. She was gone for 17 minutes. They don’t know what happened. But its not looking good for her. Her boss called and thought I would want to know. I thought you would want to know.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah.. If you hear anything, call.”
“If you hear anything call.”
“Well hell. Have you heard anything yet?”
“No.”
“What? I’m gona go talk to her boss.”
….
“He said that last he knew she was in labor. He said he would call with status.”
“Keep me in the loop.”
“Will do.”
“Well did she?”
“Did she what?”
“Pop. You know is there a little one yet? She was here Thursday and was preggers out to here.”
“Not yet. They were attempting to induce and it didn’t take. They’re staying the night.”
“What the hell? Talk to you tomorrow. Hope its better news.”
“Me too. The Baby Pool is getting antsy.”
Life is not fair. It never was meant to be, my mother would shout at me.
If you recognize something about yourself, a foible, a defect, does that mean its okay to be okay with it?
My friend, who has been a manager for eons, was sent to class to be a manager. The government in its infinite wisdom felt that every “new” manager needs to receive training. Poor guy. He hates all “the new age touchy-feeling crap”. As part of his training, they had him answer 26 questions. They analyzed his 26 answers and came up with a personality profile. Basically called him an anal retentive prick. He knows he’s picky on details. He knows he has almost impossible standards for himself and stresses out over details. But his job demands he be that way. He realizes this about himself and makes sure he doesn’t inflict this on his employees. The poor man had to sit through a lecture on how he needed to watch out for this behavior and that if he didn’t watch it he would be a bad manager. All this from 26 questions. Pages and pages of pop psychology.
My tax dollars at work.
Ciao
I have my best thoughts in the shower. I let my mind write things. Go over the day’s tasks, things I need to accomplish. Somehow, just like the steam, it all flits away when I step out onto the cold tile floor.
I’m a little disgruntled with life lately. Not sure what is causing my restlessness. Some would probably tell me to go to a doctor and medicate my cares away. Others would tell me to get over myself. And yet others would just laugh at my concerns.
Maybe turning a year older and having a sucky birthday was the capper on my gloominess. I am constantly amazed with my SO and his lack of understanding. He either doesn’t care or is just down-right stupid about some things. He’s given up on making me feel attractive or needed. We just exist. Comfortably, but just exist together.
Halloween has come and gone. The pumpkins are still out everywhere and the trees are starting to catch up with an angry will, dropping leaves in bushels. I can hear the trees sigh and whomph!, all the leaves are on the ground. The acorns bomb the house at all hours of the day and night. You haven’t lived until a 100 foot oak tree drops a few acorns into your truck bed at 3 in the morning.
Maybe I’ll wander out of this in-be-tweeness sometime.
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 