I hope everyone had a great holiday. I had a fantastic time.
I endured a fifteen minute phone call with my mother, successful ignored my
sister’s and my brother-in-law’s separate attempts to invade my family
celebration, and managed to get the rest of the week off. I am free until the New
Year and lord knows humanity needs a fresh start.
This has certainly been a crazy year.
Between Charlotte, and Heather; David Bowie, and Carrie
Fisher; Donald Trump: I haven’t experienced such a roller coaster in quite a
long time.
On the 23rd (Friday), I was called into Ron’s
office just as I was about to leave for the weekend. Now, Ron is a friendly
enough person in the office. He’s not someone you want to go for drinks with
after a long, hard week but the man’s an amicable boss with only a minor death
wish (as all humans in my presence have). So when he called me in for a “quick
chat” I wasn’t worried. Mostly curious. I was anxious to get home and have a
festive but quiet evening with my family and the sooner that started, the
happier I would be.
“You’ve been working hard, despite your injury.” He said. “Take
the rest of the year off.”
Why didn’t he tell me this back in February?
So in lieu of a bonus, I get paid vacation. Paid vacation
that I would have taken anyway. Why do I feel like the staff is missing
something? I hate that we’re not being told the whole story.
In any case, I’m off until January 2nd. I don’t
know what I’ll do with all my free time. Other than the obvious: drink, kill, watch
TV, rinse and repeat.
Which reminds me.
The versatility of lead pipe is astounding. Not just
bludgeoning; you can ram it down your victim’s throat and force feed them
arsenic; you can force them against the wall and crush their windpipe; endless
opportunity for creativity. It’s been a very entertaining week.
On the afternoon of Christmas Eve, I answered the door to
find my sister tearing me a new one because Andrew called her parole officer
looking for her. How he got anyone’s number I’ll never know. But now my sister
is terrified and I want to comfort her but I didn’t let her in for Christmas. After she left, I had a lengthy discussion with her PO about the situation and
she agreed to keep an eye on my sister over the holidays. I haven’t heard
anything so I assume everyone is all right.
I did get a concerned call from my mother Christmas morning
asking why my sister was crying over her breakfast. I assured her that
everything was under control, she forgot to wish me a Merry Christmas, and then
hung up. Overall, the nicest conversation I think I’ve ever had with my mother.
And then…
AND THEN!
Andrew showed up Sunday night with a baseball bat thinking
it would gain him entry into my household. James respectfully showed him the
door with his fist and we haven’t heard from him since. I can only assume the
worst.
Funny how that happens.
The only stressful thing to come from Christmas is that I
finally had to tell Jason about his father. He was quiet the rest of the night
and then Monday afternoon, he came into the kitchen where I was washing dishes
and he told me that he wanted to meet his dad. I won’t refuse his request but
he knows that he’s coming home with me at the end of the day. I have no way of contacting
Andrew but I’ve promised Jason that next time he shows up, I’ll let him inside.
For my son.
It’s always for my son.
Or for me.
I care a lot about my well-being as well.
As always, dear readers,
Stay Safe
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