As always, things have been crazy hectic. I still don’t know about the job I interviewed for. I knew it would take them forever to make a decision. I think they are going to base the decision off of two upper management positions they are currently interviewing for. Once they make the decision on who they will be then they’ll decide who is going to be the senior PM. Which, makes no sense and in a way it does. In the meantime, I have another interview for the same position in another department next week. I’m curious to see if it will be the same template of questions.
Charlie and I are going to head to Florida on Thursday to take a little break and see her kids. I’m hoping it will be relaxing just to get out of town for a few days. I’m depending on friends and family to hold their shit together while we’re gone – or we’ll just turn our phones off. Maybe we’ll do that.
Last weekend, we had three day passes to the 420 fest in Atlanta. Unfortunately, it also rained almost the entire weekend. Never again will I buy a three day pass to anything outside. We were supposed to go to the festival with Ellen and her new squeeze – I’ll finally give her a name – Stacy. They went on Friday evening to catch the Snoop Dog show but it was pouring rain and Charlie and I decided to go have BBQ and watch the game instead.
The next morning, Ellen and I were going to run the 5k race together but when I texted her in the a.m. it was crickets after. I figured she and Stacy had stayed out late, she was bailing on the race and headed on down there. On the way she texted me that she did something terrible to her leg and couldn’t walk. I parked in the pay lot paid a significant amount for parking – almost wishing I’d taken Marta but remembered that Marta was almost as much as paying for parking and went and ran the race. I was trying to beat my best time [recently] of 32 minutes but the course was really hilly and I found myself stretching after mile 2 and walking the last hill and made it in 34 – I was a bit disappointed but at least I ran it. In fact, I worked so hard that I couldn’t drink my free 420 beer afterwards because I thought I was going to throw up. As I’m contemplating pouring it out I looked at my watch and realized that I had only 15 minutes to make it back to the car before my parking pass expired. I threw the cup in the trash (alcohol abuse, I know) and headed for the truck only to see the truck parked right next to mine was booted. I was so glad I went back when I did because I saw that they had chalked my tire and I was sure they would have been back to boot me if I had missed the time. Relieved I drove home to shower, pick up Charlie and head back down there. We were trying to at least make the most of the one day it didn’t rain during the festival and enjoy some of the music. Which, we did. We got there at noon and stayed until almost 4 – long enough to see that people were getting hammered and it was starting to be difficult to part the crowd with Charlie’s wheelchair. [All I needed was some drunk person to fall on her and it would have been on] So, we left. We stopped at the bar on the way home and we no more made it inside when it started raining again.
The next day we went out to brunch and stopped by the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for Charlie and a cane for Ellen. Despite her sitting in the ER most of the previous day they released her without doing sh*t for her and she was destined to pop pain pills until she could get in to see an orthopedic doctor on Monday. After that, we went home and I had to get the neighbor to help me take the stove out of the kitchen and to the street because they were delivering the new one the next day. I vacuumed, mopped floors, folded laundry and put clothes away until it was time to go to dinner on the way to picking Mary Ann up at the airport. We had heard from our neighbors that Spondivits down by the airport was great so we headed there. Sometimes it’s nice to eat outside of the neighborhood. We got there in 20 minutes and it was crowded but we no more ordered a beer and our table was ready. After ordering we got a text from Mary Ann saying she was still sitting on the runway. So, we ate dinner and decided to go into the bar area and have some more drinks and hang out until it was time to go fetch her. It was fun, we met some women that were in town from New York. Two of them looked like they were there trolling for men and the other one – newly married -was the one that struck up a conversation with us. We talked to her until her group got a table. We didn’t pick up Mary Ann until almost 9. It would have been great to have gone to dinner with her but it was late and I knew she probably wanted to get home.
Ellen saw the doctor today and ¾ of her quad is ripped and she has to have surgery on Friday. Fortunately, it’s outpatient but still it sucks to have it. All I can think is hoping this is the last of stuff this year – that we’re getting everything out of the way that can happen early in the year. Stacy keeps texting me joking that she’s going to call [Ellen’s ex] Louise to come and take care of Ellen. (she has a sick sense of humor that way – but we like her way more than all the other’s)
I know I promised you a post about the trouble Lee has been up to so hopefully I can post that this week sometime – maybe by the pool sipping a Pina’ colada. What a novel idea to relax by the pool and write about someone else’s drama for a change…stay tuned.