the week from hell

Originally posted on MySpace Blog

Disclaimer: This is going to be a long one... I just need to get it all out.

The week started out okay, but boy did it go down hill fast! On Sunday, I adventured out with Stacia for some shopping and our annual trip to The Roasted Pear. It was a productive day that included finding a cute fall shirt and a great pair of jeans that were a size smaller than I used to wear! Yay!

Work on Monday and Tuesday were early signs of how busy the week was going to be. I think my support group had 16 help desk tickets when I got in at 8:30 on Monday. They continued to pour in along with the other normal requests & updates. At least both Mon. & Tues wrapped up with some leisure time as there was a celebratory Happy Hour for Molly and Kevin on Monday and then I head out for dinner & drinks with a friend on Tuesday.

On a personal level, Monday occurrences resolved some things I've been contemplating for some time. As many of you know, a year ago life thwacked me upside the head and learning to deal with what led to my divorce. During that time, I struggled with various things and really didn't do much; however I discovered the people and things that really mattered. People came out of the woodwork, old friends and acquaintances who genuinely cared (and in some cases enough to have my "problem taken care of" if I so desired.) Of the people I considered close friends, two of them either never called or called once. My maid of honor and a bridesmaid no less! There were no check ins via email... really nothing. When they first heard I got one brief response but that was it. With in the past year, I could literally count on one hand how many times they called or emailed and when I've emailed there was rarely a response. We won't mention for the past few years I've felt like the odd man out when ever we got together over holidays, etc. So anyway, Monday morning I come into work to find an email from one of them saying the other one had her second baby. I didn't even know she was pregnant! I saw this as the "yeah, we're not really friends anymore" sign. The kicker is when I got home on Monday evening I had a letter in the mail from one of them. I actually thought maybe I'd been hasty, etc. Oh no... It was a generic solicitation to sponsor her in a half marathon. So this week I briefly mourned the death of two friendships... and I'd like to emphasize BRIEF. Now back to surrounding my self with people who matter and the rest of my story about the week from hell.

Wednesday was just busy trying to catch up on the things I didn't do on Tuesday. I got home later than I wanted but all seemed well enough. Then Thursday came along... Ahhhh, Thursday. The literal day from hell. I think I worked between 12-14 hours. I won't even go into the details, since I've been overly verbose already. Let's just say I was pulled into a large project in the past few weeks that decided it needed to priority number one and it was suddenly my responsibility to do all the grunt work. That and something about assigning a link to hundreds of stores after they closed. Then, throughout all that mess, I get an email from the Ex. Something about needing me to help get stuff organized or to give him stuff for Immigration, etc. He actually said, "I don't really know what to say here other then thanks, I can only guess something like this is hard for you, because it's hard for me." What fucking bullshit is that?!? Hard for him my ass. The only thing hard for him is that he has to pay a lawyer to help him with his Immigration shit because he fucked up the marriage. I don't know what it was but between work stress and that email, I lost it a little yesterday. I guess there's a chance you never fully get over the being left or cheated on thing. However, I am a better and stronger person with out him. I moved on and I'm happy with my life as it is and where it seems to be going. Anyhow, here's a little "Thanks!!!" to those of you who have just been there along the way. Whether it be just this past few months, year or however long. I appreciate the talks, emails or just keeping my mind off things. I appreciate being reconnected with those of you who I've lost touch with over the years and those who I've just met over the past few.

Anyhow, it's Friday and it looks like I'll be working over a chunk of the weekend so I don't drown next week. I'm really looking forward to heading to St. Louis for Turkey Day... I really need a vacation, but there's another reason behind my desire to get back there soon.