9.27.00
It is one of those long, arduous days where everyone asks you if you feel okay because you look like hell.
And you come home late at night to find a message from your mother, inviting you to come with her and the rest of your immediate family to Colorado for Thanksgiving. Your grandmother, who you love almost more than life itself lives in Colorado, and obviously she would be the person with whom your family is intending to spend the holidays. As a matter of fact, earlier in the year you swore, come hell or high water, that you would get back to Colorado to see your dear, sweet granny, even if it kills you.
No question about what you'll be doing for the holidays, right?
But then, you are supposed to work that entire week, because it's your boss' daughter's birthday, and your Managerial Overlord is planning on taking a few days off to spend with the family. And, while you know that last year you covered her ass so that she could go to Germany for 10 days with her ailing mom before she died, you feel a strange sense of guilt and slavish devotion, and an urge to not disappoint her or let her down in any way.
Of course, this may be your last opportunity to see your grandmother, especially on someone else's dime. Exactly how important do things seem now? Career? Family? Life as we know it?
Feeling conflicted and tormented? Now you know the fuck how I feel.
*sigh*
Today's bouquet:
