The check is in the mail

My folks reached settlements with the credit cards on Thursday, but the checks were'nt getting in the mail until yesterday...so I got about fifteen phone calls from the credit card people over the course of the day. This begs the question: Why would I go to the trouble to try to settle, then NOT give them the money? How many people have been stupid enough to do that kind of thing that it has become part of their collection protocol to call every 45 minutes?

My boss was supposed to be on vacation all this week, but yesterday he was in the office taking care of some last minute things. He kept saying to us, "I'm NOT here." But he was...even when he's gone, he's still fucking there!" He just kept working on his stuff and kept out of our hair all day. Today, he was gone, and I'm kinda pissed he wasn't because I was really kicking som major ass on my work and he wasn't there to notice. Not that I care what he thinks about my work, but then again, I want to be noticed not caring what he thinks about how I do my job.

I talked to my mom on the phone last night, and the conversation drifted to my love life (or lack thereof) and I wound up having a hearty laugh about it. I got to thinking about where those women are now, and how the guys they've ended up with are quite similar to me. I said that I've sometimes felt like that one beige sports car on the car lot that everyone test drives, but then decided they want one just like it, only in another color, or with different options. I guess Lily Tomlin was right when she said that comedy is tragedy plus time. Enough time has passed that I can look back and laugh at the disasters I've had in the past. I'll give myself some more time and learn to laugh at them with a little less bitterness. I'll know, the day my stories of ex-girlfriends sound like clever anecdotes rather than cynical bitching, that I'll be ready to throw wade back into the dating pool again.