The Tin Man

I finally ended the craziest week of work. Worked Monday night, Tuesday night, Wednesday night, Friday night (until 2 am) and Saturday morning. Plus my regular 9-5. Last night I was in charge of making some stupid fucking party go smoothly, and today my boss thanks some idiot whore who half-assed the party and didn't do a fucking thing to help me yesterday PUBLICLY on Facebook. Seriously??? All she did yesterday was wear some skanky tight dress and fling her fake boobs all over the place. She didn't help with registration, she didn't check to make sure things were okay, she didn't even speak to me the entire evening while I was making sure everything went smoothly. While I was making sure we didn't lose our shirts paying for this ridiculous, unnecessary party. And then I had to get up and organize a workshop by myself this morning at 9am. I know I shouldn't need to be recognized, but I'm pissed. The truth is that I don't really need to be thanked, but it is pretty annoying to have someone who did little to nothing get recognized in public, while I get nothing at all. Perhaps something will be said at the staff meeting on Monday, but I'm sorry, not good enough. When you're going around thanking people in public, don't thank the people who make my life more difficult. It pisses me off. It makes me not want to work with you anymore.

On another note, I get to experience other people's happiness tomorrow. Last month was the wedding, so this month I get the next dose by going to a baby shower, which I know is going to be painful. I know these women, and they excited about this stuff. It's also the first for this family, so the first grandbaby phenomenon is in effect, and I know I'm going to have to grin through it. I'm also worried that there isn't going to be alcohol because of the whole pregnancy thing, which will make it sting all the more. No numbness for me. Plus, I will be driving to Newport, so I have to be careful about numbness anyway.

So really, just shoot me now. I'm still watching everyone else get the life I'm looking for, and I'm still not a millimeter closer to it. And I'm getting older and less marketable. More out of shape. And the whole exercise gets more pointless. The Tin Man was lucky. Dorothy tricked him.