(925): He finally admitted that he was drunk when I asked him how he got the rug burn on his chin and he replied “the worm contest”

The past two days have been insane.  Not like, “Oh my day was totally crazy” insane, but like, “I just shit my pants but don’t have time to change” insane.

Yeah. Insane.

I think that when you feel your lowest, the smallest thing can bring you back up.  It doesn’t take all that much when you feel like you’re on the bottom of the barrel. (Do you know it took me 3 tries to spell “barrel”? That’s the kind of day it’s been…)

I think the vest that I wore to work today is lucky.  Superstitious right? (Also took 3 tries…) But really.  I haven’t worn that vest since waaay before I left Tampa.  I’m talking, oh, maybe 2 years?  And today, I woke up and went, “I forgot about this vest. I’ll wear it today.”

Good call.

Despite how insane the past two days have been, I’ve managed to keep it together.  I know a lot of people say their jobs are hard, but my job, is hard.  It’s not easy spinning plates. (Thought: What if I was actually a plate spinner?  If you are a plate spinner, and are reading this, I apologize for the defamation of your craft. Also, “defamation” only took me one try.)  I’m moving into this really busy time of year with my work, and I think I’m coping.  I work with awesome people, who are really willing to help you out and lend a hand when you have that, “I’m about to be hit by a tractor-trailer” look.  It’s nice.

Two other things happened today.  I took a phone call that could, in fact, change my life. I shit you not. And I received a phone call that, in fact, changed my entire day.

Ah, conflict.

And now I have to sit back…not on my laurels, but on decisions.  Am I compromising?  Am I desperate because of my situation?  Because of where I am…

You’d think at 25 I’d have some sort of grip with life-decision-making.  Yeah, not so much.  Truth is, I feel sort of nonchalant about the whole thing.  Then again, that’s how I ended up here.  ”Oh, I’ll move home…no biggie.”

Stupid.

So how do I make decisions?  You see this shit in movies all of the time: the guy is at the crossroads, the music swells and he looks East…he looks West. Then it’s a flash forward to the new life that he’s chosen.  Pardon, but you’ve left out a portion of the process, Mon Fraire.  I need to learn lessons from you.  I learned them from Clueless (never bake when boys are coming over), from Rudy (never give up, appreciate the slow clap), from The Muppets Take Manhattan (if the frog has amnesia, sucker punch him into the chair and trick him into a wedding…).  My point being, yo, you left out a step.

That was a tangent.

I guess the old saying goes, “only time will tell”.  Until then, I guess I’m still taking each day as it comes.  What other option do I have than to knuckle up, and step up to bat?