Here it is, Saturday morning, and I'm working again. Why? I'm not real sure. Our group is caught up. But here I am, and I'm not even working my area. Once again, I'm an hour and a half away from my house, in a town I'm not that familiar with, doing tickets because another group can't keep up, and don't put in an honest days work.
So that sets my mood for the day. I have banking that will not get done, because I won't be home in time. I have a yard full of weeks that I need to pull. I have a bathroom that needs to get finished painted and trimmed. My son just got home last night, I'd like to see him. But none of this matters, because people won't step up, and take responsibility for their actions.
I'd like to go out, and see a band I like who's playing tonite, but I know deep down it will not happen. My wife works 12 hours, then is getting her haircut, then she'll come home and say she's too tired to go out. She'll tell me I should go out by myself, meet up with friends, and that won't happen.
Lately I feel like I am a friend of convenience. When their plans fall thru, they call us. Then they tell us all the cool things they've been up to, while we sit around and do nothing. Their excuse is we work alot, but oddly enough, we don't get a phonecall asking us if we'd like to go.
I understand that I am a paranoid person, but when I look back, it always seems like we're the second choice...the so called back up plan. Maybe its us. But when we all go out, we make sure everyone is having a good time, sometimes sacrificing our own pleasure. Maybe it is the paranoia kicking in lol.
But anyway, I feel a big bout of depression kicking in, so next week will be absolutely miserable. Hopefully something will happen to offset it. Thats what happened the last time. Maybe I'll go to the Y and try to burn it off with exercise. Wouldn't kill me to get back on the rowing machine anyway
