In which he laments being a grownup
I'd asked for one part of this "holiday weekend" off. This afternoon. My nephew turned 4 today. Wanted to go to his birthday party. But, we clusterfucked the weekend up with training sessions that we thought needed to be done next month but really needed to be done this weekend. So, on top of a holiday, we're trying to do training sessions.
Rah Rah Ree.
We wander straight out of the holiday into an Inventory. Which is fun. I've got a good crew, and they're doing a bit toward getting us ready, a week out.
I say all that to say this: It's a wonder I stay as fat as I do doing all the running, he says as he shoves another handful of chili cheese fritos into his maw.
I also say all that to say: I miss my friends.
Thankful for the little bit I do get to see them. Got to see my friend Julie last week, and meet her husband and kids. That was cool.
I don't get to see my best friend much. He didn't get to go see Julie for sicknesses and his own having to be a busy asshole.
I don't get to see my girlfriend much, here lately. She works like a botard, too. Especially around holidays.
Didn't get to go to a friend's wedding this weekend, either. Ain't that some shit?
I dunno. Being a grownup sucks.
Yeah, we get to drive the cars, and watch all the internet porn. (ALL THE INTERNET PORN).
But it ain't fun sometimes.
A lot, lately.
Thinking of a new gig.
May be time to stop thinking.