Utter Shit

Yesterday I wake up, tired, but in a relatively decent mood.  I had worked all weekend – never getting that day off that I wanted, but what are you going to do, right?

The mom calls around 7.  She is asking me what is going on that day and I rattle off my to do list.

Her voice is weird and I can tell she is….something.

So I ask – STUPID!

Apparently my brother, the asshat, has done it again.  Last week a woman in my office came up and said she was #1 backup babysitter for the wedding my brother and his wife are attending later this year.

This is a slap in the face because 1) We did not even know they were coming here for a wedding and 2) why are they asking her and not my parents or me?

Having realized his jerk status long ago, I ignore it.

I guess she internalized it, which she always does, and let it fester all weekend until Sunday when they had their weekly phone call with my brother and his wife and he says it AGAIN.

I do not know the details, but I guess she and my dad fought and cried all weekend over it.  Whatever.

The gist of my brother’s argument is that Mere does not know  his kids so why would he leave them with me for the wedding?  My mother (finally with her head on straight) said “and this woman in our office makes multiple trips a year to your home and knows your kids?”  She doesn’t – she is just friends with my sister-in-law.

Ok..so listen to THIS.  She tells me a quick over view and then tells me *I* have to make up with my brother.  What?!  What the fuck did you just say?!?  *I* need to do this?  For what reason?  So you can know what he doing since he tells you nothing?  So I can make sure he is not an asshole by telling him to leave his children with their grandparents?

And then I fucking lost it.  And I mean LOST it.  I told her to FUCK OFF, I am not wasting MY time on someone who continues to be a PRICK.  I screamed, I yelled and then I hung up.

Then?  THEN?  I called her back and I yelled some more…..IT MUST BE REALLY FUCKING NICE TO WALLOW IN YOUR MISERY FOR THE WHOLE WEEKEND OVER THIS WHILE I AM OUT BUSTING MY ASS.  IT MUST BE NICE TO HAVE THE LUXURY OF CRYING ALL WEEKEND.  BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT?  I AM TOO FUCKING BUSY WORKING TO SEE THE PEOPLE THAT ACTUALLY LIKE ME AND CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE SO EXCUSE ME IF I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT ANOTHER WAY “BROTHER” HAS HURT YOUR FEELINGS.

I think I said fuck you a few more times.

And I felt sooooo good!

There is a solution.  I am not sure how long it will take to put in effect, but fear not, I have a vision.  It will require lots of cash.  So, expect to see less of me since I need to take care of…twice as many clients as I am right now.

So what is the plan?  I am OUT OF HERE.  For real.

Here are the steps -

1) make enough to pay off most of my debt (lots of cash)

2) make enough or have the market recover enough to sell my house without a short sale (I am thinking late fall this MIGHT be possible)

3) Move my biz somewhere else.  Oakland?  San Diego?  Mars?

4) Have enough of a cushion to be able to survive moving my business.

So…it will take cash.  Lots of fucking cash.