Holy crap. This day sucked so very hard. It began by me trying to contact Patrick at Geico to discuss my pending lawsuit. That's right, the wicked witch of Florida has decided to bypass negotiations with my insurance company so she can sue me directly. For $750,000.00. That's right, three quarters of a million dollars. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?!?!?
For crying out loud. I spent part of my day sitting at my desk imagining everything in my life that can possibly be ruined by this woman. Lose my 401K, my $1000 car, my stereo? My bed? Dock my wages? Live in the gutter? What?!
But I spent the rest of my day crying in the bathroom because of something entirely different. There's a new guy in my office, who will be called Grease from this day forward. Grease has greasy hair and a completely slimy persona, hence the nickname. We had a managers meeting this morning, after which he kept us all there to discuss money-saving tactics. He was oh-so-condescending, and actually yelled at one of my coworkers for taking notes. I was flabbergasted. And when I left, I felt disgusted. I think if I make his priorities my priorities, I'll hate myself. I don't know if I can stay in this place. But I also don't know how else I'd pay the bills. Or, you know, that $750,000.00. This line of reasoning led to all of the bathroom crying. It was awful. Even thinking about it - hell, my keyboard is going to start malfunctioning for all the bloody tears in it. (Sidebar: mom thinks "bloody" originated with Christ's death, so I'm not supposed to say it anymore. Good God.)
Anyway, thank God Jack McFarland was there today for me to talk to. He saved me today. Plus he called one of his darling sisters for lawyerly advice. I love them both.
I have to run to rehearsal, otherwise this entry would probably last for several pages. (Lucky readers.) Hopefully by the time I get home I'll be more calm. I'm really glad that I enjoy rehearsal. Really, really glad.
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