Woke up this morning feeling very blah. Headache, etc. We had too much fun last night, and now I must pay.
It’s going to be a long day. After work, I have to pick Jackson up, take him shopping for a gift, and then take him to a two hour ninja gym birthday party, where I will be forced to make awkward small talk with random parents. Fuuuuuuuuck.
I might need some hair of the dog…
Yesterday was cut and color day, and my stylist really stepped up her game without me even having to say anything. My hair looks amaze-balls. Blue-black hair for the motherfucking win. I look sort of gothy. I like.
But now I’m like, oh fuck does she read my blog? Did she see that post where I bitched about my hair? I texted one of my besties who also uses her and told her my suspicions. I blamed it on “that fucking tit pic.” I swear to fucking god, you post one pic of your inflamed, irradiated tit and all anonymity goes out the door. Haha.
So yesterday I met with this dick wad client of mine, and he was like, “Oh did you have your baby yet?” And I was thinking: are you fucking kidding me right now, fuck face? What I said was, “Well the only baby I have is almost seven years old now, so…” Fuck face was like, “Oh I thought you were about to have a baby.”
I don’t have the best body image or anything, and I think I need to lose like 15 pounds (though I’m technically well within my healthy body weight), but I didn’t/don’t even look remotely pregnant. Especially not pregnant enough to be about to fucking pop a baby out. Also, why do people still feel like it’s acceptable to ask a woman if she is pregnant? How fucking stupid are you? Why are you even commenting on my body anyway, you stupid fuck? If I’m pregnant and feel like discussing it with you, I will bring it up. Please go die in a dumpster fire. Thanks.
In the next breath, he tells me that he and his wife have separated. SHOCKING, dude. Fucking shocking. I mean, you seem like such a catch and all.
I came out from the meeting and told the girls, who were like: yeah well there is something seriously wrong with that fucker so don’t even take it seriously.
Oh and on the way to work this morning I was almost involved in two accidents because people cannot be bothered to look before they start moving into the next lane over. So that’s how my day is going.
At least it’s Friday!!! What?!!
Calling people I dislike “scum sucking fuck pigs.”
Dave is seriously my hero right now for remembering to put the trash can out at the curb. If he hadn’t, this would have been the second week in a row, and it was already quite unpleasant.
I received an unexpected apology this morning.
I was at the courthouse and ran into an old boss. This is the boss from my first real job as an attorney. A job where, through hard work and diligence, I worked my way up from newbie associate to head of the bankruptcy department; effectively resulting in the demotion of a more senior attorney. Anyway, when I left that job, my boss took it very poorly, which came as no surprise. He was pretty shitty to me, but I took it in stride, moved on, and never looked back.
So back to this morning: After exchanging minor small talk and pleasantries, he said, “I want to apologize for how I behaved back when you quit. I was a dick and you didn’t deserve it. I took it personally and I was bummed to be losing you, but that is no excuse. I love how when I see you now you look so very happy and I’m proud of how successful you’ve become.”
I thanked him and told him there were no hard feelings. Then we hugged. It was really sweet, and it made my day.
It’s never too late to try to make things right.
Blog Challenge – Day 27.
5 years ago: September 2011
- Married (unhappily).
- Had an almost two-year-old son.
- Had not yet met the love of my life (D).
- Had just moved into the firm’s new office location. None of the current employees worked for us at this point. The firm was less than a year old.
- Was living life pre-cancer style. Still had my real boobs and super thick hair, for example. Didn’t have any real understanding of my own mortality.
- Was training to run my first 5k.
- Wanted more out of life.
Now: September 2016
- Have an almost seven-year-old son.
- Living with and loving D.
- Have a 10-year-old bonus kid/daughter.
- Successful law firm with four employees. Same office location.
- Breast cancer survivor. Fake tits. Less hair. More laid back. YOLO and all that shit.
- Have several races under my belt, including: multiple 5k, 10k, and a half-marathon.
- HAPPY. Still making plans for the future, but enjoying being present in the here and now.