Drama Queen

"December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, Aprll, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February." ~ Mark Twain

I'm not sure what's going on with me today.  I'm feeling really down.  It could be because the sky is gray and it's getting close to Christmas.  I was listening to the radio a little while ago, but I had to turn it off.  Everything they played just made me feel worse.  I'd really like to push these feelings away, but that only makes things worse.  Better to just feel what I'm feeling, even if it's bad.  That was one of those great lessons I learned from breast cancer.  I have a two-day turnaround time.  If I just go with being down and stop trying to fight it, I'll start feeling better in a couple of days.  If I try to banish the feeling, I can be stuck in Gloomy Land for weeks.

We were supposed to have my boss' birthday party today.  He was a Christmas baby.  He cancelled it early Tuesday so that they could have a company board meeting in the conference room.  He called late yesterday and cancelled the board meeting.  He said he was having a personal emergency and wouldn't be in today. 

The comptroller of the company is furious because, of course, a lot of financial reports have to be generated for the board meeting.  He had other pressing things to do to prepare for the end of the year.  

K. is worried about the boss.  She called me a little while ago to ask if I spoke with him yesterday.  I didn't.  I told her to stop worrying.  Whatever is going on is probably not a big deal.  My boss is a bit of a drama queen. 

S. is worried something has gone wrong with the boss' wife, who's had some health problems lately.  I don't think that's it.  They went through several weeks of tests recently and, even though she does have a disease, it's a disease that's not likely to kill her.  It's not even a disease that will have a substantial impact on her quality of life.  She's just more tired than most of us. 

So I guess we're having lunch.  With cake.  That should go a long way towards making me feel better.  Everyone is happy that the boss won't be here for his birthday lunch because he tends to dwell on unpleasant topics.  It never fails.  He goes off on little verbal side trips about how we're all going to lose our jobs in a couple of months.  Or he finds something truly disgusing to talk about.  One year, one of my co-workers ordered a pecan praline cheesecake for his birthday lunch.  The boss went on and on about how the pecans looked like flies.  Festive!

I usually try to put a stop to it, but no one else has the intestinal fortitude to do it.  That irritates me.  Jeez, people.  To quote MacBeth (which I don't do very often), "Screw your courage to the sticking place" and say something.  They're always grateful to me, but if they're so grateful, maybe they should take some responsibility for stopping him.   

I'm boring myself today.  Maybe my brain will start functioning better when it's fueled with sugar.  You get that nice little high for about thirty minutes before the blood sugar levels tank.  I'll just rush back in here and type furiously until it's over.  It  could be entertaining.  You never know. 

America held hostage day 1781

Bushism of the day:

"I was not pleased that Hamas has refused to announce its desire to destroy Israel." ~ George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., May 4, 2006