I Live for the Comfort and Happiness of my Co-Workers
I've somehow managed to thoroughly confuse myself. That in itself isn't uncommon, but this was a huge medication error. I take Ambien every night so I can sleep. (It's difficult to sleep through the night when one has post traumatic stress disorder because of hypervigilance.) I've recently begun taking another medication during the day to address chronic depression and anxiety (ptsd, again). Cutting to the chase: I mixed up the two drugs, took the Ambien during the day and the other drug at night. I have no idea how long I've been taking the antidepressant twice a day.
I only slept about two hours last night and I'm pretty revved up now, but my doctor says things should stabilize soon. I suppose that means I'll stabilize soon. I'm a joy to be around right now, being very high on the Perky Scale. I suspect it's a little like being around someone who's had too much to drink; it's great if you're high, too, but annoying if you're not. Being ever so considerate as usual, I have not tested my fellow employees by interacting with them. That's so me.
On the Crazy Land front, Money Man is working his way up to either a massive stroke or coronary event. Since his return from vacation, he's been happily enraged every day. You know how he loves that. It's like mother's milk to him. I can only hope that I've played some part in it because it's important to me to contribute to the happiness of my co-workers, especially Money Man.
If I had to speculate (and you know I do), I'd say he's lumped me in with all the other "idiots" and "morons" (his favorite words) who work here. I think he's been harboring at least a little bit of hatred towards me for years, believing that I'm virtually useless here in Crazy Land. The Kitty Wars have raised my status in that regard. Now I'm totally useless. Of course, as far as Money Man is concerned, it appears the only people he believes aren't useless are him, his daughter and his son. Go figure.
Loathsome will be making a 12-week return engagement soon. The project he's been working on (and I use that term loosely) has been postponed. You know, he offices in my wing of the building. It can only be good news for me, because everything and everyone looks better when they're in close proximity to Loathsome. A little bit of his astoundingly good looks are bound to rub off on me as we pass each other in the hallway.
He's been here from time to time, but Owner has chosen to meet with him downstairs. I don't think there's any way we can make Loathsome stay downstairs for 12 weeks. My solution to the problem? Move Loathsome over to Money Man's wing and, just as a bonus, move Useless One and Shoe Lady over there, too. Or they could all move downstairs. It will be an all-day love fest, five days a week. As an added attraction, I'd be happy to drop by and make Money Man chat with me for an hour or so from time to time.
Much like our President, I'm a uniter, not a divider. And I'm a hell of a problem solver. I've fixed the entire office situation in one fell swoop. Let the love fest begin.
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 06.13.07 (12:38 pm)
You are always full of good ideas!! LOVE IT!
posted by: gillymac (reply)
post date: 06.13.07 (2:14 pm)
I think you should encourage money man to come over to my place of work on a fact finding mission (if he can find anything, let alone facts, that will be a miracle!) I conservatively estimate that about 70% of our staff have had a heart attack so that should just about finish him off. If he survives our place, on his return you should arrange to be on the patio BLATENTLY feeding the cats and that will be him gone!
PS. I've figured it out - I want sex - badly (it has been 2 years)
PPS. I'm not propositioning you. I would prefer the sex to be with my limerent object.
PPPS. How do you know that hes not good in bed anyway!?
posted by: doeeyed (reply)
post date: 06.13.07 (6:41 pm)
I'm now laughing at your post (because it's funny, so I'm laughing with you, I hope) and gillymac's response!
No comment, just giggles :)
posted by: LadyG (reply)
post date: 06.14.07 (12:45 am)
Good ideas as usual.
posted by: ggirl (reply)
post date: 06.14.07 (6:35 am)
Reply to: gillymac
Good God, woman! You haven't had sex in two years? No wonder you're so worked up. I would prefer that you have sex with your limerant object, too. I know he's probably not that good in bed because even Mick Jagger isn't Mick Jagger. Even Cary Grant isn't Cary Grant. Even Limerant Object will never, ever be as good as Limerant Object in your head.
I'm going to try to make some plane reservations for Money Man. Will you meet him at the airport?
posted by: gillymac (reply)
post date: 06.14.07 (6:56 am)
Hell no, I'll send one of the company drivers (a collection of acne ridden youths who enjoy speeding WAY too much - that should get his blood pressure up for starters)
Hmmm....Mick Jagger! Ewwwww! Cary Grant? lovely, but a bit dead for my tastes I fear....
At this stage limerent object is a human male with a pulse and (we hope) fully functioning mens bits (god that would just be too much....all this stress and then I discover he had it shot off in the war or something....) and thats good enough for me.
Unless of course you can use your considerable influence to acquire George Clooney or Kevin Spacey for me...
posted by: ggirl (reply)
post date: 06.14.07 (7:21 am)
Reply to: gillymac
Acne ridden youths? Who speed? Could they all tell him they're gay when they pick him up? Oh man, that would really make his head explode.
That's exactly how I've always felt about Mick Jagger. Ick. All you require is a human male with a pulse and functioning mens bits? You know, Money Man fits that bill. Luckily, he'll be over to visit soon. Just turn out the lights and close your eyes. They all look the same in the dark.
If I could get Kevin Spacey, I'd keep him for myself. When I tired of him, I'd let you have him, though. Can't help you with George Clooney. Maybe the Information Superhighway knows him. I'll check.
posted by: gillymac (reply)
post date: 06.14.07 (11:08 am)
LOL! Oh jeez.....
Limerent object looks like Kevin Spacey, with glasses. Kinda. I think he's taller than Spacey though (bout 6' 3").
I was in an episode of ER with Clooney - its all good! (Nice guy too...) I personally think hes getting better looking with age though...
posted by: bronwynj (reply)
post date: 06.22.07 (4:41 am)
I've been wondering what the heck a "limerent object" is, had never heard the term, so had to ask the internet to define it for me:
Limerence is a state of mind sometimes referred to as "being in love" (as distinct from "loving" someone) and sometimes called infatuation. However, the term "infatuation" carries connotations of immaturity that "limerence" separates from the emotion.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerent
