I Lied

It's true, I did.  See, all those months when I ranted and raved about my job and how much I hated it and referred to my co-workers as idiots? I wasn't telling the whole story and that my friends, is lying by omission.

What I left out were the parts about days when I would be heading out to travel for the umpteenth day in a row and people would notice that I was at my wit's end; as an aside it is never hard to tell when I'm at my wit's end.  I stop speaking coherently except to angrily say "Fuck" roughly five times per sentence.  All joking aside though there were days when it was rough. And on those days I had more than one person asked me what they could do to help.  And help they did.  And it was never done begrudgingly.  They wanted to help and it was plainly clear.  And it's often what got me through those especially trying times.

And here I am yet again, having somewhat of a trying time.  And those same people who helped before?  Have come through again in fine fashion.  Actually I don't like the phrasing of that because it may suggest I expected their help and I did not.  They have been great with moral support and been some of my biggest cheerleaders when it comes to my blogging.  Yesterday though? They took the support to a whole new entirely unexpected level.

It nearly brought me to tears but because I'd rather eat vegetables than cry in front of people I maintained.  Yet later in the evening when I was talking to my daughter on the phone and sharing with her what these wonderful women had done for me, I got a little dewy eyed again. *Please note dewy is a multi-faceted word and I highly recommend you work it into your vocabulary.

So to those girls, and you know who you are, Thank You.  That honestly doesn't even begin to express the gratitude, appreciation and love that I have for you all and how utterly fantastic you've been through all of this.  There are a thousand and one things I won't miss about it but there are 13 'things' I will.  Actually 12, because one person isn't there anymore either and I don't know her all that well but she took part in this awesome act of kindness and that really touched me as well.

Ew, I said touched. But I mean it so I guess it's okay. 

Insert theme song for 'The Golden Girls' here.

All joking aside, Thank You.  You will honestly never know how much what you've done means to me.

Friends - Part II

I have heard countless times over the past day that when one door closes and another opens.  I believe this.  And I'm not sure if what I'm about to write about qualifies as a window opening but all the same it's something positive that's come out of a negative situation.

Right now I'm answering 17 questions based on the fact that I drank margaritas tonight instead of vodka.  Everyone should have a 13 year old daughter to keep them real.

Anyway, I have received so much support and so many kind words in the last 24 hours that it again makes me realize and appreciate connections I have made.  Connections made at work (believe it or not); connections made as a teenager; connections made through blogging.  I've had someone from every facet of my life come forward and offer encouragement.  Everything from condolences to congratulations. 

And to be fair, some of these words have come from complete strangers courtesy of Twitter.  Fellow bloggers and tweeters but people that I have never spoken a word to or even laid eyes on rallied last night in support.  How awesome is that?

So right now I'm feeling pretty good.  This may also have something to do with raspberry margaritas but since I only had two and spent the rest of the time talking a dear friend's ear off, I don't think it's the top contributor.  I feel good because people are sending me so many positive vibes and thoughts. I feel good because other people are indignant for me when I am not.  I have slid into acceptance. And I feel good, because I knew that I would. Nananananana!

Sorry. Margarita slipped in there.

Anyway, all is well. I slept like a rock last night.  Had lunch with Stacey and her boys.  Poor pregnant Stacey.  Who is very tired of people asking her if the baby's come yet or commenting on the current station of her abdomen.  Because I love Stacey and this post is about Friendship: How about you people fuck off and if you've ever been pregnant remember what those last few days/weeks felt like and how much you wanted to make small talk about how phenomenally uncomfortable you are? And how you know as well as anyone else you'll feel better once the baby is born but since you are not a wizard or other type of spiritual being, cannot will the baby out and are stuck waiting like everyone else?  I get you are asking out of concern and kindness and good nature but please, for the Love of all that's Good, leave her the fuck alone or at least get her some Creamy Dill Pickle Chips and a Big Gulp of Pepsi (fully leaded) and leave it on her front step and then LEAVE.  She might be trying to sleep.

*Disclaimer: If you take offense to my vehement defence and protectiveness of Stacey, know that she had nothing to do with this blog nor does she know I'm making these statements, so take it up with me. Up for it?

Okay I got all carried away with helping her out that I've lost my way...bottom line is, Thank You.  Thank You to the thirty-odd people or so who started following me on Twitter last night in response to guiltysquid's request. Thank You to the girls I've known since before I knew myself, (and they know who they are, I hope) for their support.  Thank You to the people I used to work with for their kind words and support.  Oh and one last thing, as good as I'm feeling right now? In a month or two, if I've not found further employment and am eating nothing but various pastas and breads and suffering a slow carb-induced death?  Thank you for the vodka I can trust will arrive to my house by the caseload.