“Hi, Emmy, how are you?”
“I’m good. How are you doing?”
“I’m doing good.”
He laughs. “I’m having a rough day.”
“I know. It was suggested that I call.”
He laughs again.
“So what’s going on.”
“I over did it.”
I laugh. “Shocker!”
“I know. But in my defense, I didn’t think I did a lot.”
“Where you out in your shop?”
He pauses. “Yeah. But I wasn’t doing anything.”
“If you weren’t overdoing it, I would be surprised. Take it easy.”
“Yeah, I know. The hospital told me it could take a while.”
“It’s only been a few days. I’m pretty sure it will take longer than a few days.”
“I know,” he has that sort of smile in his voice as he talks.
“Get better, okay?”
My phone call with my playmate who had surgery last week. I called after getting a text from his wife saying he needed some cheering up after his rough day & suggested I call.
“Either your twin is sitting across from me in this pub, or it is you. Which is it?”
~The text message I received from a swinger friend while sitting in a pub eating and drinking with another friend.
It was me.
As I left the car this morning, my daughters said, “Don’t kill anyone at work, Moe.”
“Yeah, and don’t eat anyone either!” said the other one.
Damn they know me too well. And they foreshadowed my day too.
“Well excuse me if I’m doing my fucking job. The reality is that I am going to get calls and such, and it is unrealistic for me to continue to run this project and involve everyone like is expected. That is my job. Your job is outlined. So if you don’t support me, then I have no value.”
~My response to a subset of the team who bitched at me for not including them in on everything.
“One of my best times was when I got worked over with my husband and another guy. “
Sigh….such a happy memory….. a very happy memory! 🙂