Present Day
After being away from society for eleven days and enjoying my time in fantasy land, it was a difficult transition to come back to work and have to deal with people on a regular basis. You know how it is after you've been gone away for any amount of time.
It's always the same thing...
"Hey, Sam! So glad that you're back! How was your vacation? Did you have a good time? Boy, you sure were missed while you were gone. This place just hasn't been functioning without you."
Uh huh. I'm sure. I want to say, "can you not see the depressed look upon my face? This is the look that I have when I want to be left the Fuck Alone."
After Sunday, I pretty much shrank into my shell and have been sulking upstairs in my room ever since catching up on crap TV and watching loads of random shows that make it too easy for me to not think at all. Monday was Labor Day and I was planning on getting a lot of things cleaned up and ready for Tuesday. Instead I wasted away upstairs and watched the "What Not To Wear" marathon on BBC America. I love that show. Trinny and Susannah were my saviours. At least they were for six hours.
Tuesday there was no escape though. The alarm clock forced me awake and I had to force myself out of my bed.
I followed my normal routine and dumped all of my crap in one bag to haul back into work. Momma came up with this brilliant (fucked up) plan that we should car pool since the gas prices have been severely rising.
"We can take your car one week and then mine the next. It's better for the environment anyway and we'll save money," she says.
Fuck.
Goddammit, I don't want to car pool with Momma. I love her, but the problem is that my car is my sanctuary and I enjoy having my quiet alone time on the drives to and from work. Now she's going to be there talking about shit that I don't care about or understand anyway and fucking with my music.
Not. Okay.
We take her car into work and drop Mel off at school. It's the first day back to school and I notice the slight change in the weather. The humidity has burned off and there's nothing left but a cool breeze. I welcome it with open arms. Fall is approaching. Before I know it, I'll look up and see that all of the leaves have changed colors and will soon be floating down to the ground.
Once I arrived at work, I open the door and see that there's a lovely mess in the front space all around my desk. Boxes, envelopes, and expenses everywhere. I walk right by all of the mess and go into the kitchen to put my water bottle in the fridge. I quickly notice that there was a drink machine installed, finally. I've only been begging for one ever since we moved into the new building.
I sit down at my desk and ignore the red light on my phone with voicemails waiting to be listened to.
"Ugh, just leave me alone," I think to myself.
I log onto my computer and open my mailbox. Not too scary. Only 45 new e-mails.
Throughout the morning I start filtering through everything that hasn't been taken care of since I've been away. It looked like a much bigger mess then it actually was and before lunch time it's all taken care of. I then move onto more important things...catching up on all of my blogs. I saved them until the end so I would have something to fill up the rest of my afternoon.
I was asked to go out to lunch with the lab. T was taking everyone to this Indian restaurant that she had found. She said that it was one of the better ones that she had been to. I agreed even though I've never had Indian food. T said she would make sure I didn't eat anything that would set my head on fire which was good, because I would have really hated for that to happen. Especially in public.
I didn't fall in love (yet) but definitely became a fan. The spicey curry was lovely and the bread, nan (sp?), is fantastic. I do love that. I had some kind of mango drink too that helped cool my mouth off. Yum.
It was good to go out with the lab. They're a good bunch and I laughed a bit. Definitely needed.
It was a generic day and after I finished catching up on my last blog and posting all of my very late comments it was time to ride on home.
Momma did her run down of everything that happened that I could care less about.
"And then J tells me that I'll officially be promoted on Thursday. I said, 'J, does this mean that I'm getting a pay raise then?' We laughed and I was just like, 'yes.' I guess they can't promote me twice in the first year that I've been with the company. I talked to D about everything that was going on with the......blah, blah, blah, blah."
I stared out the window the whole time and imagined to be somewhere else. Anywhere but here in this car with Momma.
I threw myself into my music and blocked her out the entire ride.
I've been roaming around like a puppy without a home. Nothing to really do and whenever someone asks me about my time off, I'm very vague with them. I suppose I'm a little bit in denial. Part of me still expects to see Ash somewhere and then we'd go off to do something. I'm in denial and shock. I haven't dealt with anything and I need to.
Until I do decide to deal with everything though, I'm happy to just sit up in my room and continue watching "The West Wing" re-runs on Bravo.