Not really, I just need to vent!
Actually, the last 4 days have been just plain WIERD for me.
Sunday AM at like 3am I find out that my friend is in jail......WTF? He's one of the most responsible people I know.......He just made a stupid decision. So, i'm waking up at 730 am to go bail his ass out of jail. He'd do the same for me if roles were reversed.
So, thats a great way to start a Sunday when I have to go out of town for a conference with my white trash boss. You think I am over exagerating....not one bit! But hey, she's leaves me alone and lets me do my job.
We leave Sunday afternoon and get to Salem where the conference room is only to find out that she's booked us a smoking room. Ok, i'm one of those really bad people who smoke, but I never in my wildest dreams would smoke inside......i HATE the smell of it. So, now all my crap smells like a damned ashtray, not to mention WEED because she's a major doper
So, we attempt to go to our first "meeting" at this conference, but she's too stoned, so we bag it and walk across the street to one of the dive bars and start drinking (this wasn't all that bad). As we're sitting there, we see two guys sitting at the bar who look sort of familiar, end up being two guys from one of the bands playing that night. Well, we end up partying and drinking with them until like 4am or some god awful time.
That brings us to MONDAY......we wake up (yes alone) at 9am or something and we both are majorly hung over. After a few tokes on the pipe, my bossdecides its time to go find a "real" breakfast and drags me to this 50's style diner and orders up the greasiest thing she can find. I almost lost it right there at the table. At about this time, I start to feel even worse. I break out in a cold sweat, i start shaking and almost pass out. She freaks out (i have a little bit of a blood clotting disorder that will kill me if left untreated) and takes me to the local emergency room. Come to find out that I had another clot pass that was almost dissolved on its own, so, the send me on my merry way with more blood thinners and major pain meds.
We go back to the hotel and she expects me to go to my workshops now. Uhm, whatever.......i go. Stupid shit, i can't believe we paid over 1000 bucks EACH to attend this conference. I end up back in the room at like 8pm and immediately go to sleep.
So, this morning we wake up, tired, but not hung over, its going to be a fine day, right? Well, we skip the first two workshops because she's stoned again and heard about this Diner where Rachael Ray reviewed and she wants to go eat a "real breakfast".
We end up ditching the conference at 1pm and come back home. We make it within a mile of her house and her car dies, just flat out quit running. Dont know whats wrong with it, but dammit, i just want to go home. So, after an hour of trying to find someone to come get us, her husband and some PUNK ASS stoner skater kid show up stoned off their ass and take us to her house.
I immediately jump into my jeep cuz i just want to get the hell home. Jeep's fine (thank god, didn't now what was going to happen to it at her house) and I get home only to fine out that I'm locked out of my own damned house. I had to break into my house. So, ok, i'm home, finally. I take a shower cuz now I totally smell like an ashtray and bong water and go to the pharmacy to get my drugs.
They run my insurance and i'm being denied insurance........WHAT????? I dont have the money to pay for these drugs that I NEED, what do you mean I dont have insurance? Apparently, my insurance hasn't been active since March 1. Uhm, somebody (my boss) forgot to pay the bill on my insurance. So, now that I have a lapse in coverage, i'm screwed for the ER trip in Salem. Uh, GREAT! I call my boss and give her a ration of shit that she's not being responsible, blah blah blah and that all of my coverages are being deinied.
With her stoner laugh, "hehehe, duuuuude, its coool, i'll work on it tomorrow" she tries to calm me down. I'm LIVID!!!!!
Get home after my son's baseball practice and my phone starts beeping at me that its going to die (thanks for all the texts fox). I frantically start searching for my charger and I cant find it! HOLY HELL, i left it in Salem. I call the hotel, and "Sherman", the front desk manager nicely informs me that yes, he's found my cell phone charger and I am more than welcome to drive down there and get it. And also, there was some "room damages" that he wants to cover with me...................I ask, uhm, what room damages, "well, there's a big burnt hole inthe carpet and the bedspread". I nicely inform SHERMAN that he can talk with my boss about this, because I am just a peeon! He laughs and says "Well, Miss Jones, If you'd like your phone charger back, there will be payment onthe room damages".
UHG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, here it is 11:30 pm, i cannot sleep and I just typed a friggin' book! If you made it this far, i'm very happy you have such interest in my life. If you didn't, dont feel bad, i wouldn't have either!
I just want to go to sleep!