A serious case of Mondays... aka, insanity, redux

  You know those days? Those when you should have stayed home, with your head under the covers? Well, yes, today was one of those. And it was a Monday. It *had* to be a Monday. A Monday on crack, big time.

First, work, all over, and under, and on my sides, everywhere, with people making me waste my time, which usually does not make me particularly happy…. Let’s put it this way, I had the most “fuck you” person in the firm absolutely scared of me and shying away, that is how pissed I was. I must confess that yelling at a couple of incompetent people made me feel a lot better. That is how mean I am. Ha.

Then things kinda got better. And then the insanity came back, with a vengeance, even more on crack, seriously overdosing. Remember my previous insanity post? Well, I had hoped things would have ended there. Oh, how naïve I was... I am not sure how much I should say about this… But, I got some emails from him, desperate, scared again…. My friend, ex-friend or whatever has gone full-blown Venezuelan soap opera. She’s threatening to sue him for everything and anything; she has even insinuated that she’ll accuse him of rape. She is claiming she had an abortion. I think she was never pregnant. Really. She apparently will do anything she can to destroy his life. I suggested him to get a lawyer and a restraining order. But…. Seriously? How can someone get so low to do this? Where is self-respect in this story? Pride? I am stunned, shocked, and seriously scared. I would have never expected anyone to be able to do this in real life. I must confess, that I am glad she is out of my life.

After the drama, the plan was pizza with the girlfriends, do a little catch up as one of us had been out of town. Everything was great until I was a mile from my house. I was stopped at a light when I felt the bump. My head, my neck, and my nose were in serious pain. I was shaking; I had been rear-ended by this huge moving track. Sigh. The back of my car is in pretty bad shape, and the hatch won't close. The ambulance came. My head and neck hurt. I refused to go to the hospital; I needed to wait for the cops - as I need now to write all this down, just to see if I can make sense of it all -. I called my friend, she was on her way to my rescue; she’ll take me to the hospital if needed. I was still shaking. A cop arrived, business as usual… exchange information… He told the guy it all was his fault, no matter what. My friend arrived… I was felt so much better with her there…  But I was still shaking… amazing how hard driving in these circumstances can be… The cop, very really hot guy, by the way – yes, even in the middle if the mayhem, I will still notice how hot he is, I am fresh like that – offered to escort me home. So I drove home escorted by my friend and the very really hot cop.

Of course, there was a requirement to improve upon the evening. Even if Mr. Hot Cop wouldn’t accept our glass of wine invitation, we had to cope (yes, we did invite him, we are both fresh like that). We ended up at the local spot, with pizza, wine, and lots of delicious dessert. 

Sooooo, here I am, way passed my bed time. My head still hurts, my neck is horribly stiff, and I am wondering whether I should actually have gone to the ER. Yet, I am happy since we managed to laugh it off, and had a great time tonight, my girlfriend and I.

Tomorrow will be another day, to deal with insurance and figure out what to do to fix my car. And, if my neck is still stiff and my head still hurts, may end up going to check it out. Maybe.