is it seriously Monday??
I have officially lost all my internal moorings to time and space.
Usually I'm pretty on top of what's going on, what's coming up and what I need to do. Not anymore. I now exist in a blur of airports and hotels and even when I do things like the IAGG last night (which I know full well falls on Sunday night) - I still have that feeling of not being sure if my watch is set to the right time zone, which time zone I might be in regardless of what the time is, what day it might be and how long I'm going to be here.
It's all very unsettling. Welcome to my brain.
So today was my day back in the office and it wasn't until someone asked me how long I was around that I realized that I am actually leaving again tomorrow. For Chicago. Huh, I guess that's good to know...what's that? I actually DID know that?? Oh.... I'm sure I'll find out what I'm doing there in the truck on the way down.
Anyway.
Speaking of jobs - the teenager got one!
It's hard to be more enthusiastic since he reacts to things like "progress" by making a deliberate effort to dial up the apathy ("irony" might actually be a synonym for "teenager") and starts purposely fucking off in other areas, big or small.
His new thing is taking showers that last upwards of 30 minutes in the morning, which puts him out the door late and gives him something to be pissed at me about in the morning, namely "making him late for school"
Never mind the fact that taking him to school
A) shouldn't be my job anyway since he HAD driving privileges and blew it
B) makes me late for work every single day (later than I want to get in, anyway)
When I pointed out that he doesn't (and really, nobody does) need to shower for half an hour his reply was
"but I got out 5 minutes ago"
"yes, but you got in 35 minutes ago...I'm not the one making you late, you could get out sooner and you wouldn't be late"
"but I got out five minutes ago"
the illogical nature of this exchange makes it really difficult to capture in hindsight since I can't even make my brain remember it in it's original nonsense.
apparently this decaying concept of "time" is either getting to me or the combination of teenager and fatigue (also synonymous) is making me looney.
Either way, tomorrow I'll be behind the wheel of a large truck loaded with tons of freight doing 80 mph before the sun comes up.
What could possibly go wrong....?
1 comment:
Just turn the hot water valve off, that'll get him out of there.
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