Back at Square One

So, after a week of keeping the faith and all...

Here I am, again, in the mullygrubs.

I'm still sick, and Thanksgiving is two days away. I have GOT to get better!! Cousin Amy might be moving across the US, and I wanna see her first! The sinus infection is mostly gone, having left some fun bronchitis in it's stead.

I have paid my heat bill, and the heat is supposed to be turned on and my pilot light lit sometime today. Unfortunately, I had to go through minor hell yesterday to get it...

*scene fading to yesterday*

Work yesterday was hell. Shortstaffed, blah blah blah... by the time I got off work, ALL I wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Unfortunately, life didn't happen that way. A friend came over with a flat tire. I took her with me as I ran errands, and then brought her to her job, after stopping at McDonalds. McDonalds, BTW, screwed up everything I ordered. So badly, in fact, that they ended up giving me back all of my money, and remaking all of my food. I went home to wait to pick up the aforementioned friend from work. She was going to borrow my car, run to her mommy's house in another town to pick up a tire, and come back. Greeted my hubby, gave him hugs, made him load laundry into his car, and picked up my friend. Came home to get James's car to take to the laundrymat, shut the cat's tail in the door (owwie!), blah blah blah...

Went to the laundromat, completely exhausted, because we were out of clean clothes. James had worked a 12 hour shift and had to be back awake at 3AM, so it fell to me to do the laundry. Fine, okay, great. Got home at 9 ish, brushed my teeth, changed into jammies, and went to bed.

Couldn't sleep. Where is my car? Why is my friend taking so long? blah blah blah... my thoughts were whirring. I didn't realize HOW late my friend was supposed to work, so by 1:30AM I was wide awake, putting on my jacket, and going to look for her.... when she came in. *sigh.* She'd just gotten off work, grabbed clothes, and came straight over. I felt like a moron.

Went to bed, slept like a baby. woke up, came to work... brought my friend with me because she had a class here on campus, then was going back to my house to wait for the furnace man. Except the key wouldn't work in the door of my house. SO... after being verbally lashed out at by a virtual stranger here at work, FOR DOING MY JOB... I had to leave work. I was in tears... I had to admit that my gas had been shut off because I was so poor, and then a stranger was ranting, and I was still exhausted...

And now, it's lunchtime. I have piles of work waiting for me when I come back, a meeting I've put off with my boss since yesterday (because other people are gone, I've been doing two people's jobs... while trying to do my own too!), and so on and so forth....

I'm keeping the faith...

But do you mind if I keep some alcohol too?