For Those Who Know Me Well (or not)

I was hoping for a great ending to this week. It started off amazingly well. Concert with friends after a three day weekend. Good laughs at work which can drag on if there isn't much happening. New dog in the house. I should have stayed in bed this morning to make sure that this trend continued.

Instead, I go to work, after playing with the new dog. Starts off decently enough (after a night of three failed attempts at sleep which honestly should have been a sign). Goes down hill quickly. I wound up calling family to cement holiday plans for Thanksgiving this year (since it'll have been over two years since last seeing most of my family, i.e. the family that counts). This leads to my day turning to crap.

I call to make sure that I'll have a ride home only to find out that my father figure, the person who knows the city in which I live, i.e., my ride, has not only been to jail, he's on drugs. Now, usually it's the parents who have to worry about their kids getting addicted, but apparently, my family has decided to copy hollywood's examples and get addicted no matter how old they are. Like celebs, my father was caught. To add a dash of white fucking TRASH to the list, he's charged with possession of a stolen firearm in addition to the illegal drugs and prescription pills that weren't his. So now, I feel like I am being alienated by my family because I'm stuck with being the voice of reason with this person  who I'd rather not even be associated with when all is said and done.

I should have just stuck with my whole I am an island in terms of my family idea. I try to touch base and get kicked while I'm down.

To those who know me, if you want to know when I discovered this-- try about noon, while I was at work and incapable of doing a thing about it. Did the cracks show?

Thoughts

It's usually the parents who worry about their kids taking drugs and going to jail. In my case, it's the child that has to worry about the parent going to jail on drug charges.
Now, I know my life can be seen as a little backwards, but HOW did I take on the parental role in this mucked up father/daughter relationship?

Lola and Phone Calls

First of all, I'd like to welcome the reason I'm typing one handedly into my quirky little world-- Lola the chihuahua. Sweetest little girl who is getting lots of love.

Now, for some of the usual. Now, I am sleep's biggest fan. I admit to loving sleep. I need it like a puppy needs love. I'm just vicious and shaky without it. With that said, care to guess how many times my sleep was interrupted last night? Three, count them, three times. I was far from a happy camper. Some people don't seem to think that I need plenty of sleep with my job, but rest assured, the happy, personable demeanor I play up so well doesn't come to me easily. I need plenty of energy to uphold it, and when someone tells me, "Wake the fuck up," my mood's going to be even lower.

To drag it even further into the depths is the wishy washy behavior of the person waking me up.

And note, this was just the first one to rouse me from my slumber. I'm not even going to start on numbers 2 & 3 at this time. Just needed to grump about #1.