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Back to the room early at nine forty five PM after a four forty five AM start but I’m not whining because except for me my room is douche free. This effing hotel has these blow up select number comfort bed type things. The problem is that I don’t know my number and I don’t think I ever will. This bed just pisses me off. I can’t get comfortable. This bed pun inetnded blows.

Luckily I had a dude swear at me today and tomorrow I get to fire him. He lobbed a veiled threat my way and tomorrow on the way out of the building I will whisper a frightening promise his way. Sadly he will be on the business end of my bad week. We all need our outlets and I’ve spent the last half hour figuring out how to give a dude adult nightmares.

You know that state of mind where you just want to sleep until whatever is consuming you is over? Maybe that’s just my own particular brand of crazy but that is exactly the point I have reached at work. This week my boss is going to be traveling with me and I have decided to have “the talk” with him. No I will not be explaining sex to him but I will ask what kind of failure clock is ticking in my employment background. In other hopefully more clear words How Much Time Do I Have?

This will do nothing but confirm that my time is indeed running out and allow me to let him know that I know that he knows etc… I really will try to write this week from the road but I am going to do my darndest to use the writing as an escape from the torture. So I will be looking for other things that interest me and thumb typing them if I have to just to vent for a bit. Everyone have a great week and please don’t pray for me. I got a couple of emails stating that I was on peoples prayer lists. Stop that immediately and aim that toward someone who really needs help.

Plus you might be responsible for helping grant me the skull exploding power from the movie Scanners that I have been dreaming about and once they figure out who blew up all of those heads and finally lock me away in a government facility someone could come around to talk to you and who needs that kind of hassle.

but my job still blows a rhino. Between that and all of the other shiznit going on in my world right now it is pretty tricky keeping all of the balls in the air. While leaving the hospital last night I stopped in the bathroom and was scared by the largest single clump of human hair that I have ever seen. Seriously, I cut my sons hair and the piles during cleanup have nothing on this thing in the hospital bathroom. I have no idea what was going on but I’m pretty sure whoever left that behind and didn’t notice it is having a much worse time of things than I am right now. So I was grateful for that disgusting pile of human fluff.

That is how things are going to be around here until I figure out how to get my life back into some kind of rhythm. My new schedule has me traveling Monday Tuesday and Wednesday every week and then doing the same work here Thursday Friday and Saturday. From now until it breaks me. I am able to work from home tomorrow morning but that will stop when my tormentor realizes that I didn’t go in. I’m tired as hell and were driving to Michigan in the morning. Rock ON.

Is it irony or just a bummer? This morning the phone was ringing earlier than usual and it was my brother opening with “Did you read your email?” Nope, its 6:30am says me and he proceeds to inform me that Mom dropped an email bomb at 4:00am letting us know that Dad was in the hospital with pneumonia. The email was due to the time and the fact that she hadn’t slept and was going to try and get some of said same.

Without breaking any HIPAA laws dad is doing fine but will have to stay overnight in a hospital for the very first time in his life. An impressive streak broken. I just got back from seeing him and he was in relatively good spirits. If you can be in good spirits spending your first night ever in a hospital with a nasal cannula and from what I was told a sickly special midget in the next bed. We are not telling the kids until tomorrow night as it is too soon and all three are testing today and tomorrow. Life is like a box of chocolates but I keep biting into those nasty sugar snot surrounded cherries.