Slogging Through Monday

I thought long and hard about going to work today. I would really have loved just curling up in the big chair and watching movies with the cats all day. But I may be taking Thursday off and I'm definitely taking Friday off. $$$$. And $$$.

Still, I slogged in and at 10:30 said, well, that's it, I've had enough. I went to my manager, Ludmilla, who said, "Bicky, you arrre seek a lot. Have some aspee-reen." I swallowed the aspirin and went back to my desk.

All around me, I heard people sneezing, coughing, and hacking. The person I hold responsible for this is a woman who is an employee and came in with a 102F fever last Wednesday. An employee. She could have worked from home. But no. She came in and infected me and a lot of other people besides. Grrrr....

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Several times during the day, people saw me standing in a corner of the parking garages first floor, obviously talking to a column and saying, "Baby? Baby? Sweetie? Are you okay?"

Because a kitten was trapped in a hand-sized space between two columns. I found out that there was a semi-basement level to the parking garage where all the maintenance guys came out. I went down there and demanded, "Who's getting that kitten out of there?"

A patronizing dork came up to me and said, "Ma'am, we've been dealing with this for ten years."

Meanwhile, I'm hearing, "mewmewmewmewmewMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWW!" and it's obviously a kitten's voice.

"We've called the township."

I rolled my eyes.

"Animal control will come out."

Meanwhile, we'd figured out the kitten was in an area behind a 12' fence that guarded a huge...electrical substation? Generator? Something loud as hell and nearly as scary?

I checked back at lunch time. I didn't hear any kitten sounds.

On my way out, I heard the mewmewmew again and went to the basement. The hearty fellows greeted me with a grin. "We got stereo now!" And I heard the original kitten and heard another kitten on the other side - behind another 12' high fence.

"Honest, the township is coming," I was told. I was too tired to argue. I went up to my car to come up.

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I went to Costco on the way home and ordered two cakes - one vanilla, one chocolate. You don't get to say that you want vanilla icing on a chocolate cake. Vanilla's vanilla. Chocolate's chocolate.

I also bought a half gallon of chicken soup, Robitussin, Vick's Vapo-Rub, and a six pack of Hall's cough drops. When I got back to the car, I chugged the Robitussin.

I really wanted pastry. Some kind of pie. But a Costco pie is just...beyond the pale. Even the red velvet cake. Yes, it just dawned on me that I could take it to work in the morning. However, the damage I could have done in the intervening 12 hours made it too risky to try.

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Single ladies, this may come as no surprise. Married/attached ladies, appreciate this.

I am tired of doing this all by myself. I would love to be a passenger for awhile. I would love for someone else to make some non-important decisions for me. Just for awhile, I would like to hear a masculine voice say, "I got this." And then go do.

I really miss lounging on the couch and having my man order in for us. I miss the little extra bits of affection I once got when I was under the weather. From, of all people, Xman, long, long ago and far, far away.

However, as the nauseating saying goes, it is what it is. Shut up and deal.

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Anonymous Boyfriend had been seen along the wings, but the relationship died on Sept. 10. That was the last time I got a txt from him. The weeks leading up to that had been getting dryer and dryer and dryer (sp?).

It was the party that ran him off for good. And I have no doubt I spooked him when I asked if we were going to live together.

When I first met him, he said, "I'm not going to have to go through Aunt Sally's and Uncle Joe's and Cousin Suzie's approval process, am I?" I said no. But as time went on, I wanted the people I cared about to know each other and he was having none of it.

I give him his props - he was with me during my Aunt Ruth's funeral.

But every visit was a study in passivity. In passive aggression. And you can't, as I read yesterday, have passive aggression without aggression. I forget what else I read. But I should also include the withholding of affection, for whatever reasons he had.

There will be no call backs this time, because he has dumped me. This is the first time that I've been dumped and it is exactly as I expected.

Although I think his actions are cowardly, I also know that this is probably for the best.

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I'm going to chug more Robitussin, heat up the chicken soup, get into my pjs and settle down in the big chair. And I won't have to make any decisions for the next 12 or so hours.