Another day

Well, here we are...another Friday and I'm at work. Another Friday and I'll be back at work this evening. I'm really thinking I should have taken a furlough instead of what I'm doing right now, but I guess it was good of the company to keep me around, even in a diminished brain numbing position. I shouldn't complain, I have a job that pays my bills and supports my habit, I have affordably priced health care and...that's about it; which I suppose is much more than some people have. I made mention to someone at work today that I was in a bad mood (for various reasons) and they said, "Well, I bet whenever you went home you took a shower with clean water, flushed a toilet with indoor plumbing, slept in a bed with a roof over your head and clean sheets, had a good meal, used the air conditioning, drove your own car, etc, etc..." I wanted to punch him in the throat. Mr. Merry freaking Sunshine! Y'know, sometimes you're just in a foul mood no matter how much (or how little) you have. Yes I have all these things, and yes I am immensely grateful for that fact even though I have busted my tail for the last 24 years by being gainfully employed, paying taxes, and supporting the economy by spending my hard earned remittance.

OK, that statement is mostly true. Thanks to two wonderful great aunts of mine, I have probably been given and rewarded with more than I deserve. Even my father has come through on occasion, such as buying me a new car and paying off my student loans. It wasn't really his money, I think it came from an inheritance, but I'm fortunate nonetheless. Oh yeah, back to Mr. Merry Sunshine...dude, SHUT UP! I'm in a bad mood, and for a rare occasion I want someone to care...I want someone to give a s**t, I want someone to think of me for a change, and hey, maybe give me a hug? Is that asking too much?! I mean...wow...I don't even have a dog to hug. But I'm gone from home in excess of 14 hours on my workdays, so that wouldn't really work for me. Someone offered me a cat tonight, and even though it was a cute little thing, I turned it down. There are a few necessities around the house in which I would rather invest my money. Speaking of which, HOT DAMN, I think I get paid today! I don't usually keep track. The money goes in, the money comes out. When I get a stack of receipts about an inch thick then I go back and figure out everything.

I think my bank has been "secretly" siphoning money out of my account for years, because it's usually off somewhat. I'm no math genius, but I can count in a couple of different languages. Guess that explains why my checkbook is done in three or four different ink colors. I'm probably one of the few people on this earth that actually looks forward to the bills coming in the mail so I can hurry up and pay them and get them out of the way. Speaking of which, a certain Southern state still owes me over a grand in income tax refund. I need to look at that while I'm thinking about. I think I'll end this post for the time being.