“And It’s Only Fucking Tuesday…”

A cohort of mine said this in response to a bunch of shit that happened at work before 9am today.

“And it’s only fucking Tuesday….” was his response to it all.

“Thanks for pointing that out” was mine.

And he laughed.

There is a great scene I have referenced before from a movie Parenthood where the grandmother who people think is senile comments how when she was a young woman, she would go to the carnival and wonder why people would ride the merry-go-round – going round and round in circles – that’s the fun with that.  She chose the rollercoaster because, while it was scary at times, she loved the thrill, the way it made her feel, the laughter, the terror – it was more of an experience.

Today, for me, was a rollercoaster.

Ups — wow, I slept for 9 hours and slept well.

Downs — finding out that the department for whom I’m project managing their project has decided to invite my whole project team to verify what I’m saying.

Ups — having 3 directors who I admire and who respect and admire me back gang up on a dumbass who likes to bully me – and put him in his place.  I almost giggled.

Downs — DJ being at a weird point in her relationship with her girlfriend.  The girlfriend suffers from depression – and DJ believes (justifiably) that some of it is result of being around friends who, through their actions, communicate they do not respect her, do not agrees with her decisions, and only like her around because she takes care of them.  DJ is trying to help her – but the conflict seems to be that the girlfriend doesn’t think it’s that bad.  DJ is right – it’s bad.  And no matter what she says or does, DJ is stuck trying to figure out how to help her girlfriend and how to not let it stress her out.  The girls is way too much like me.

Up — Seeing the tail end of Indigo’s volleyball practice.  Seeing how excited and engaged she is.  See how she is obviously trying hard (or at least harder than usual) – and seeing the smile on her face.

Down — hearing from Indigo that her friend who was made co-captain is riding her endlessly – not in an encouraging way – but constantly critiquing her form, etc.  The captain is not perfect – far from it – and it is frustrating Indigo to no end.  I told her to tell the girl two things: 1. She is not the coach – and 2. Her mom, a 4 year college athlete, told her that practice is where you make mistakes so you don’t do it in a game so back off.  The girl believe since she has been “playing for the past 6 years” she gets to say things like that.  That would mean the kid was playing volleyball at 6…..yeah, excuse me while I call bullshit.

Up — coming home to find DJ had done 95% of the dishes and cleaned the kitchen — all without being asked.

Down — Finishing the taxes and finding out we owe …. a lot.  Fuck.

I had some minor twists and turns in there to make it extra exciting – but these are the big ones.  Yeah – I’m feeling a bit raw.

I know some of this has to do with the great weekend I had with SB – a weekend we needed after I had to cancel the weekend before (I was really sick) — and knowing I wasn’t going to see him this weekend (G and I are off to celebrate 20 years of marriage a few days early).  So I definitely have been a tad bit high from that – but coming down from it…..sadly.

And I still have a cold – I still cannot hear out of my ears (I’m reliving my childhood with inner ear fluid, I guess) — and I’m just ready for it to be all over.

More rollercoaster, I guess….

What do you think?