The closer Monday comes, the more I want to zombie out/anesthetize myself with some mindless endeavor, like Pirates, Petville, or Vampire Wars. I don't want to have to think about going back to work. I do enjoy what I do for a living. But the company's sucking the life out of me - all of us there - by continually trying to get more for less in their quest to manage expenses. Whereas employees used to be treated well and rewarded often, we're now expected to do more and more and more, and we're rarely rewarded. A job well done is not praised. It's considered the norm. Going way above and beyond what's expected may get you a pat on the head, a nod, and a halfway decent raise. But who can go above and beyond when they're drained from mental exhaustion, the utter fatigue that comes from trying daily to do more than is humanly possible? Ah well, I'll do what I can to enjoy the weekend while I can.
The bottle of Martini & Rossi Asti Spumante Fred bought us for NYE is still unopened in the fridge. When he went to bed last night at 11:00 PM I asked him if we were going to drink our toasts in bed. He replied he'd be asleep before midnight. It was expected; after 28 years I should know. Ha. So maybe we'll sip the wine after dinner tonight. Jessica's called to invite us over, but I'd just as soon wait until tomorrow to go over there. I told her as much. I'll call Mom in a minute to find out when Dick and Lucille will be in from MI. They're passing through, spending the night in Houston, on their way to Corpus Christi. I would like to see them. Lucille's father and my dad's mother were siblings. So she's my 2nd cousin.
Fred just called to say he had a tire blow out on my car on 610, so he had to put the spare on and is getting a new tire now at Wally World. Always something that interferes with what we think is going to be our budgeted allowance for the pay period. Which is why we need more reserves in savings. It's so hard to save when the cost of living nearly doubles and salaries increase by less than 10% annually. I don't know if I'll ever be able to afford to retire. I don't know if I can afford not to retire...which reminds me...gotta go call the dr's office and leave a message to ask if they'll refill my Rxs before I go back in for my next quarterly blood work.
Geez, if I was going to write something to cheer myself up, I haven't done a very good job. LOL!
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