Friday, April 1, 2016

Less Than Zero

Do you want to feel so much fucking better about yourself right now?

Well, all righty, then.

Give yourself one point if:

Last night your significant other did NOT go hang out at a club with some people you don't know and didn't even mention s/he was doing so.

Your teenager did NOT refuse to go school today because s/he "just wasn't feeling it," leaving you to go to work feeling like the world's worst fucking parent.

Your middle-aged white male boss did NOT take all the other middle-aged white male employees in the office out to lunch, not only not inviting you but simply walking past your desk without saying a word, as if you didn't exist.

You did NOT consume about a soda can's worth of vodka upon getting home from work because you can't deal with all the other shit that happened today.


Did you get more than -6 points?

Congratulations, you're not fucked up.

For the record, none of that shit applies to me in the last 24 hours.

Probably I'm going to drink myself to death tonight.

Serves everybody right. PDaughter obviously would rather live with her dad, Drummer Boy has a life that has nothing to with me, and the goddamn white males at my job don't give a shit about anything I do.

I hope you guys got a perfect score.

I'm feeling less than zero.

Have a great weekend.


  1. You're a great woman who has been through a lot. I guarantee that tomorrow will be better. Hugs and so on.

  2. Some days really suck. I'm sorry that you had one of those. The vodka won't help, though. Find the things that you like to do for yourself, to make yourself happy, and do those things. If Drummer Boy wants to join you, that's good. PD will see a happy mom, and that will be good, too. The dudes at work are not worth your time. Do your job, cash your check, done. Anyway, easy to say, harder to do. But you are worth it.

  3. Aw, that does sound rough. Does PD know that she made you feel like a bad parent?? Not nice!

  4. I've had weeks where it's felt as though no one wanted to be around me. I call those weeks "This Whole Decade So Far."

    I don't keep score anymore.

  5. This is one of those times I wish I could spread shit around. Yes, it would mean a lot more things would have shit on them but it would be more evenly distributed.
    Shit is unavoidable but it's even worse when so much of it piles up at one time.


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