This is the day I should have stayed in bed, with the covers pulled over my head.
Through my manic-panic-attack-funk-don't know what's wrong with me-day.... I received a phone call at work, an automated message, from a credit collector.
I made a point to clear all debt a LONG time ago.... so this sent my heart in to overdrive:
- because this phone call was at work, and god forbid my boss saw it. being solicited at work must mean I owed the big bucks
- the feeling that I paid something to a phony bologna credit union, and a bill had accumulated over the process of years and years.
- because I am having an awful day, and I went in to overreaction-mode.
NOT FOR ME.
I informed the person, that they were calling an office, not a home...
And he came back with.. Isn't this XXXXX and XXXXX OWEALOTOFMONEY's home?
Now what's funny... is the people he mentioned, work, for my company.
I know them.
They listed this number as a billing phone number... SICK RIGHT?
So, what did I do...
Oh, I'm bad...
And I know I am.... but my overreaction-mode quickly switched to anger for those moron's giving me a panic attack..... I forwarded this guy, to their desk.
AND I HOPE THEY COME UP HERE AND YELL AT ME. I PRAY FOR IT ACTUALLY.
Let my boss here the amount of misconduct of a work phone being used.
But, I digress...
I have emailed with my sister back and forth today.
Even my talking with my friends here at work, has gotten easier.
But, I still can't seem to reply to Klay's email.
I can't think of a response.
Even though, "K. sounds good." would be sufficient... I just can't make myself write it and hit send.
So... my subconscious is telling me that I need some space from Klay today.
I just wish I knew why.
I told you right in the title.
It's making me more nauseous.
Glass of wine, and bed tonight.
Maybe watch a movie in bed with Emry, until we both knock out.
56 minutes until it's time to go.
Could be worse.