There's a concept that women tend to get way better than men - friendship. Especially the whole concept of close friends. Men have friends but we don't see always those close relationships. Yet most of us have that one person in our lives who we truly feel happy for when they succeed, sad when they fail, and angry when they don't get what they deserve. I have such a person and am elated that he is getting what he finally deserves. He's a good person (good being relative. Hell, by my definition, I'm a fucking saint) and has bore the weight of the world for way too long. Something really good happened to him recently and it's brought a spark back that I was afraid was dead. This is good because when the end of the fucking world comes around, I need you thinking sharp motherfucker so we can survive. Right now, it should be about more than just survival. There'll be plenty of time for that later.
Woke up a little later than I wanted yesterday but still fine on time. I had hoped to be up a little earlier so I could check out breakfast in the lobby but as I left it didn't appear like anything I would have wanted anyway. Got to the client around 7:45 and started class at 8:40 by the time everyone had trickled in. I am getting really sick of this shit. I am going to be a dick to the group the next three days. Class STARTS at 8:30, but arrive when you fucking feel like it. Yes, it makes me angry. Class itself went fine, got out of there around 4. Headed back to the hotel and sat until 6:30 when I had a conference call with another client.
In between then I dealt with some serious bullshit - open enrollment. "All papers have to be in by today" - says who? There's no fucking law that says that. I gave everyone in HR and at the insurance company shit about having to be rushed into making a decision and that I was on the road so fuck you and your wanting me to fax things. I also couldn't add B because it would have jacked my insurance from $223 to $800 a fucking month. Um, fuck you? Insurance pisses me off. I remember the day when I paid ZERO out of pocket for a decent plan. If there's one thing that makes me want to go back to a large corporate hell it's that.
After all that I went to a place called Jack Allen's Kitchen. Over priced, but good. I also now have a jar of beets I have to either eat or ship home. I will probably eat them for lunch every day. I had a roasted quail and beet salad followed by chorizo stuffed pork medallions. Was tasty.
Came back, watched some TV, chatted with B and other people, went to bed around 10.
Am I done yet?
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