My Problems are Obvious
Tonight, when my co-worker drove me home, she said, "B., this isn't my business, but I've got to tell you, I think you need to take a vacation, like right away. Just take two weeks and go someplace away from here and away from your family and pull yourself together. You are a mess."
"You can tell?"
"You're not hiding it very well."
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I've got no money to go any place. I've got no place to go. I've got no way to get there if I did. But I'm thinking of taking some time when I get back from Puerto Rico, anyway.
posted by Aunt B at 2/17/2006 04:29:00 PM
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Last week at work:
"newscoma, you are Mary Sunshining it to the staff."
I looked at my co-worker who gets her hair done more than I go to the bathroom. "Why does this bother you?"
"Because." she said in an arrogant way that just made my skin crawl. Her eyes googling at me. There is no other explanation.
"Because why," I asked again.
"I just don't like it. It makes me look bad."
"I'm not responsible for that," I said. "That's your shit."
"You need to listen to me," she said angrily. "You really look stupid and I think you don't know how you are perceived by others."
"How about this," I answered, pretty pissed at this point. "What if I just tell you to go fuck yourself in front of the other employees while I'm smiling, doing the Mary Sunshine thing. I wonder who will come off looking better. Probably you, but it would feel pretty good to me."
She huffed off.
I have no idea why I am posting this but guess the wine (box 'o wine) inspired me and the fact its true although the names (mine) has been changed to protect the guilty.
B, for years I didn't take a vacation because I had no money and no place to go. Time came when I just had to get the fuck out of here for a while no matter what. So I figured a place to go (a couple places, actually) and I put it all on my one credit card, which I have for emergencies. Yes, I spent more than I should have and it will take me a good while to pay it off, but on that early morning I sat on the lifeguard chair on a beach in the Outer Banks, having just taken a sunrise stroll, and saw a school of dolphins arcing out of the water just a few hundred feet offshore, it was more than worth it. As was standing at the top of the Cape Hatteras lighthouse (the tallest in America, you know) and taking in the amazing view. Like the commercial says, priceless. Find a place, rent a car and GO.
Ditto what Mr. Buxton said.
Easier said than done--I know. But disappearing can be so fucking good for the soul. I recommend it.
R
You can come visit me. Bring Mrs. Wigglebottom. You'll have the house to yourself all day. You can drink tea and read and write and watch the dogs and take long baths in my pink bathroom.
In the evenings I'll rub your feet and you can tell me ghost stories while we watch the snow outside.
Tired of living in poverty and barely scraping together the money and time to go on vacation, I moved to where I used to go on vacation. I'm still in poverty, but I'm always on vacation. It's a pretty low budget vacation, but it costs less than it used to.
Ryan, I've not been envious of the circumstances that lead to your vacation, but I've been in a constant state of envy about your vacation.
Plimco, that would be lovely.
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