This pretty much sums up my week.
You know how you always have that one go-to person. The person you call if shit goes down because you know, regardless of how he/she feels about you or the situation you got yourself in, this person will pull it together, fix the situation and calm the storm. Case in point, bail me out of jail at o-dark-30 am.
This week, it seems all I exist to do is spin gold out of poo. That’s my week. Actually, who am I kidding…in my profession? With my personality? That’s sort of my life story.
Thankfully it was not as bad as the “I can’t tell… might be dead or OD’d ‘lady friend’ in the hotel room of a prominent client” night that I had to handle once a few years back…. but here’s what went down this week….and the resulting meltdown.
1) I have been placed in charge of my sister’s baby shower. Mom was supposed to do it, but for reasons I’ll leave out for now, she has kinda checked out. This leaves me with the planning. Great, right? Not at all. My sister can’t agree on anything with me for the blessed event except that she wants food there…lots of food.
I plan events. It’s kinda my thing. I realize she has a different style. (Seriously, her wedding was pot luck, no alcohol, no music except my old jambox from 6th grade playing a mix tape, no speeches/toasts/etc., there were no centerpieces, flowers, table covers or decorations…and no wedding favors for guests. Oh. And I was forced to wear the most hideous bridesmaids dress on the planet.)
That aside, knowing that I am paying for this shower and people sadly DO expect more from me because of my reputation and skill set…. I am having a hard time working around being told finger sandwiches are “too uppity”; punch and tea are “stupid” and the only party game she wants to play is the disgusting one where you melt candy bars in diapers. I was also told I’m jealous because this isn’t my shower….and that since I’m so “old” and “picky”, I’ll probably never have a shower of any kind. Ouch. :’-( I’m trying to behave with grace. I just really wish mom would check back in for five minutes and let me breathe.
2) Work…. I have a new title and no raise. I’ve worked no less than 50 hours this week, and it’s just Thursday. One of the things my boss tasked me with this week? Getting a life size cut out of her deceased husband. She mentioned it before and I was always able to slide it under the rug and ignore her. However, this week it has been brought up four times. She wants this to take with us to our organization’s biggest event. She plans to charge people to have their pictures made with it….then prop it up in her office.
Boss: And if you can make one that I can transport back and forth in the car like a human, that’d be great.
Me: only in my mind, but I thought DEAR GOD. What the hell. Someone pour me a tequila. She’s lost it.
She also asked me, again, to make sure I “record my time donated” to our non-profit arm of the organization so that I can take it off taxes next year. Key word here? DONATED.
3) I found out that I’ll be in a new city this weekend. I fly out at 5am one day. Will be back at 9:30pm the next day. Fun? NO. I’m being flown in to run interference. Two siblings are having a baby. Both boys. One is her first kid, one is her second kid. Both are due within days. Cool right? Nope. Sibling rivalry is on a whole new level. I’m there to be sure one doesn’t take down the other. To ensure both ladies have a good time and that both feel equally loved and attended to….even though the baby shower is only for ONE sibling and the other one is fuming mad about it. For some reason, the parents think I can help. I’m not sure. But I AM SURE that I will have wine. Lots of wine…in a flask or two…that is TSA compliant because be-damn if I check a bag for a 24 hour stay.
4) I was called to deal with a 14 year old boy who lost his mom to suicide. Last night he was over the edge crazy and his dad admitted he was emotionally checked out. I went in, talked the kid off the ledge, literally, played basketball with him for hours, helped him cry, then put him to bed. I didn’t eat dinner, but apparently I was emotionally drained enough that I did get four hours of sleep in.
This is a small insight into my week. There’s more, but I don’t have the time nor the energy to write it. A few minutes ago, I got a call from a “friend” and I think I may have had an aneurism, a stroke…. or possibly just a fit of rage. I’m not sure.
So this “friend” is “oh that person” to most of my girls. We all have one…the girl who is always whiney, never happy, and is uber selfish and clingy. That’s her.
The rule amongst my friends? Unless we’ve said otherwise, don’t call me at work unless you are bloody, broken (hearts, bones and cars apply here) or need bail. Email me. Text me. I swear I’ll answer quick as I can.
Well, this “friend” I shall now refer to as Bianca. No offense to the readers out there that have or care for a Bianca, but I’ve never met one that didn’t make me want to claw my eyes out and shove sharp objects in my ears to dull the pain.
Bianca moved out of the state, but still has a home here. I am supposed to water the plants and let in realtors as needed. Bianca called last week saying she is “bored” and we had words about when it was appropriate to call me and when it was not. I thought I was crystal clear. Apparently….my don’t call unless its an emergency rule doesn’t apply to her.
Me: Hey Bianca – what’s wrong?
Bianca: Um. Why do you answer the phone like that? Nothing’s wrong.
Me: Because it’s work. During my busy time. You know this. We discussed.
Bianca: Well, I just miss you and I’m totally bored at work. I miss my **married and has two kids who I told her never to mention in front of me because I think the whole thing is fully horrible** boyfriend- its our one year anniversary; and I have no friends up here; and I have nothing to spend my money on and the weather here sucks and I am just losing my mind I’m so bored….. So how are you?
Me: silence….I can literally feel the heat coming up in my face. Y’all. I think I blacked out for a second.
Bianca: Um. Hello! I said I missed you. Why don’t you ever call me?
Me: BIANCA!!!! You are either completely stupid or completely selfish. For the life of me I can’t figure out which. You KNOW I’m busy. You KNOW not to call unless it’s an emergency because I answer. GOD HELP ME, I care about people and I answer. You want to know how I am? I am F***ING FANTASTIC!!!
I work overtime all the time for a boss who’s batshit crazy. I make less money now than I did when I graduated from college and I just found out I owe $600 in taxes. Where in the hell is that coming from? I have no idea! I have a dad who’s got dementia, a mom who’s checked out, a baby shower to plan IN ALL MY SPARE TIME for a sister who is acting like an ungrateful witch, my heart is actually breaking in my personal life, last night after a ten hour day I dealt with a 14 year old kid who’s mom just committed suicide and this weekend my motion sick ass has to be on SEVEN F***ING PLANES in 24 hours because I can’t afford the flights that are more direct so that I can referee two sisters who have no idea how lucky they are to both be married with kids and instead want to rip each others throats out.
Bianca: Wow. You sound busy. And did you just say f***? I’ve never heard you say that.
Me: Wow Bianca. That’s what you took from this? Yes. I’m busy. So unless it’s an emergency – and I mean a my body’s lying in a ditch emergency – send me a F****ING email or text like EVERYONE ELSE DOES.
Then I hung up on her. And I must say. I feel much better.
I need a shot though. I’m really lucky that I took my call in our boardroom. No one was able to hear my rant… the boss is gone for the day and the other staff was wherever the crap they go when they hide from working….aka not at their desks or on premise that I could surmise.
Cheers…and let’s all get tanked tonight. Ok. Fine. Just a glass or two of wine. I promise.