Wednesday, May 01, 2013
I've been having a major battle with the depression lately, and it's gotten worse. There was the health crisis (which seems to have subsided). There's the situation with trying to find a good home for Frank and all the emotion around that.
Then, just to frost my cake, today the boss called me into her office. Friday we were supposed to turn in our timecards, and we have to punch in our off time on a special system on our phones. I clocked my days off on Friday morning, but by Friday evening it still hadn't registered. I emailed my timecard to my boss with a note telling her what had happened. Monday morning she told me, "punch in your off time immediately and tell me when you're done. " I told her again what had happened, and that I'd entered the time again so she wouldn't be surprised if it showed up double. Well, it seems that the time never registered and she said that "I should have let her know," so I'm only getting a four-day paycheck this pay period -- with rent due. Fortunately a friend has offered me a (very) short-term loan if I need it. The missing pay will be on the check for the 17th, but that does me no good for the rent. I'm watching for my tax refund to hit the bank and praying it comes before Friday.
And just to torment me a little more, Friday night I got my first serious kiss in 22 years -- only I wasn't awake at the time and he wasn't actually there. I woke up rather deflated.
I am dying to put a straw in a bottle of Bushmill's right now.