Friday

Well it's been just a wonderful few days since my last post. Let's see. Rob's uncle commited suicide and the funeral was set for today.
I went to have the coins from Aunt Sally appraised and found that my 2 weeks of hard work and cataloging 20 pounds of old coins yielded a whoppng $208. None of the coins that I thought might be valuable were worth jack shit.
I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with planta fascitis, which is basically tendonitis of the heel from wearing non supportive shoes (like the skip on sneakers that I adore.) No cure. "wear better sneakers and it will be better in 2 weeks." Great news. I also have high blood pressure - ya how's your newsflash hello I am wicked stressed, not sleeping well, all ancients in nursing homes and degenerating rapidly, stressed at work... and now I have to go on fluid pills to combat high BP? Awesome. I also gained back weight, which does not help. Sigh. Back on the diet. Great news. I've also been told that my eggs, are, in fact, still viable and I could effectively have them harvested and have a surrogate mother carry a child for me, but I need to make that decision in a year, as after 40 there are way too many risks. Add that on to the heap of shit I am carrying around and it's no wonder my BP was 165 over 90. So there you go.
Thursday I also heard the horrific news from London of the terrorist bombings. Increased security on the T. Bad feelings all around.
I stayed over Rob's on Thursday to attend the funeral of his uncle today. What a horrible day. I mean no funeral is fun, but this was bad. You see Rob's dad is one of 17 children, 4 of which have died from suicide, and one in an accident. They are very disfunctional and not at all close, which is hard for me to understand given the closeness of my family. The poor widow, Kim, was all by herself, and not one person gave her any support, save, of coure, me.... who does not know her in the slightest. She was kneeling in front of the coffin, sobbing, and not one member of that whole fucking family was showing her any support. My heart was just breaking for this poor woman, who's husband of 14 years was in a casket - with mottled purple skin showing through the orange cadaver makeup, all bloated and horrific looking. She wrote this wonderful eulogy but just could not read it, so Rob's sister did, which was nice. At the graveside, she stood alone, with the undertaker holding an umbrella over her, and again not one person showed her any support at all. I ended up standing behind this poor shaking woman whom I didn't know, just to let her know that someone cared about her. She leaned back against me, crying, and staring at the gravesite. Then she knelt down at the casket and just sobbed after they handed her the tri folded flag while taps played in the distance. Finally someone she knew came up to her and hel her - I have no idea who this person was, maybe a friend, and I stepped back. What was the icing on the cake was that after all that, Rob's aunt said to Rob in front of me that she wished there was a happy reason for us all to get together - like a wedding and Rob said he just was not ready. After all I had done, and said, and acted, like buying groceries for he and his parents so we could have sandwiches afterwards, like holding up this woman, like going to the fucking funeral when I really had to be at work, and he's not ready ? WHAT MORE DO I HAVE TO DO? I mean dear God above I love him and I know he loves me, but COME ON!!!! I just had to get that out.
OK after the funeral, I went to work, where I spent the whole day dealing with this request for a van rental for this really wealthy client of ours at work. Problem? It had to be 15 passengers, in California, and all the rental agencies were sold out or did not have big enough vans. It culminated with the president of the client calling me like a raving lunatic saying unless *I* fixed this problem that *I* had caused, he would not only be speaking to my bosses, but the millions that he invested in the company I work for would be lost because of me. Just add a fucking cherry to the fucking hot fudge fucking sundae that has been my day thus far. Did he think I could manufacture a van out of my ass? I ended up finding a limo service that would take them in a van to go and pick up their precious 7 children from some overprivelged camp and bring them back to go back home. This is one of those days where I really question my salary (or lack thereof) and sanity at working for this company. Most days I adore it, due in large part to the people I work with. But this bullshit? Ya not so much. I am having a drink as I write this, knowing that I have to be back there in like 12 hours, and really dreading it.
Thank you for reading this, whomever you are. I needed to vent. Now, on to the alcohol.