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Full blown rant attached. Yeah, includes said car show.
Ok. I spent the last two weeks getting ready for my big fund raiser yesterday. 415 people to host for. Had to gather the liquor up from the donating bars, all the prizes for the hat winners and for the silent auction. Prepare the house and side yard, gazebo, food, 3 bars, etc... just a bunch of shit ok.
Party ended at I went to bed at 215AM. When I say "went to bed" I really mean, laid on couch and slept 3 hours. Because I had to be at the airport at 625AM to meet my boss and fly to Dallas TX to close a deal I have been working on for 3 months. Suppose to be there in Dallas until Thursday. So up at 530 to shower, do my supp routine (AAPs Muscle Building Cocktail to the rescue), do my injection routine (cause I am on cycle now after a long break.), shower, dress, feed the machine, pack (cause I didn't have time to over the weekend... you know kind of busy), and get to the airport.
In preparation for a long day ahead, with minimal sleep to get me started, I take one of my Vyvnase caps and half tab of Adderall. Energy = beyond the universe.
I get to the airport.
Boss plane arrives.
Fetch boss from his terminal.
Walk to our departing terminal.
Phone rings.
Sad face made by boss.
Meeting canceled.
Has to be rescheduled next week because CEO had food poisoning over weekend. (fuck but at least they didn't drop it so I still my money)
Obviously the smart thing to do is go home and catch some sleep. Unfortunately, I can't do that because my V&A intake have me wired down to my shadow and bursting with energy.
And... because my boss now decides that since he already told his wife he wouldn't be back home until Thursday, why waste the chance to get some extra days off from the old nag? So he is going to stay. With me.
Say that part again. "With me." Fuck. That way she won't see a hotel room charge on his personal credit card in a city/state he isn't suppose to be in.
So we leave the airport. And he wants food. Which by 7AM it is ok with me as much as I eat anyway. Only place open is Dennys. Well only place that has semi-real food and not fast food crap. We stop. Eat. On way out find a flyer on the car that reads :
I GOT PLENNY MONEY - Car Show - Mills Pond Park. Yeah, black culture at work. Complete with thug on front of flyer with his pants down to his ankles, a 9mm tucked in his undershort waistband, BIG OL' GOLD GRILL on his teef being displayed, and some hoochie mama with silcone butt implants on his side. Can't see her face cause she facing backwards. Just her ass. The only part that counts I suppose. But what is missing from here? Why a picture of a fucking car. WTF? It's a fucking car show with no car pic on the flyer. Good lord.
I think it was when I realized that, that the very moment occurred when everything from the past 2 weeks, most specifically since Friday gathered their collective weight and sat on my head. (which was attuned to the whispers of God himself thanks to the ADHD meds.)
I spent 2 weeks to get shit together to raise funds for a womens/children HIV shelter and suddenly realized that the most important "thang" for some people is a Plenny Money poser fronting car show. And for other people (my boss) extra days away from his wife. So he can whore around. Which will consist of me escorting him around to various resturants and bars, stimulating the economy (read : wasting needless money on expense account) on over priced meals, loads of liquor, and titty bar expenses. And introducing him to females that he thinks he can fuck, but wouldn't give him the time of day if I were not standing next to him.
So anyway after eating we arrive back home and my cleaning lady, not expecting me back at all today has finished and is laying by the pool topless. Which I don't care, but my boss has a shit fit. "I thought you were gay???? Why you have naked women around." (Mainly because my partner won't allow me to hire a male house cleaner. Duh!).
So now he has oggled titties and has the fever of seeing more running through his brain and it isn't much past noon. The only place he is going to see more naked females at this hour is the nude beach Haulover. Which is exactly where he wants to go. Which I don't care to because sitting in the sun isn't exactly what I want to do today. Actually just sitting still period isn't quite possible.
So I am pissed. No work day. No time off for myself. No gym. No valium or xanax to take the edge off all this energy. crap
Ok. I spent the last two weeks getting ready for my big fund raiser yesterday. 415 people to host for. Had to gather the liquor up from the donating bars, all the prizes for the hat winners and for the silent auction. Prepare the house and side yard, gazebo, food, 3 bars, etc... just a bunch of shit ok.
Party ended at I went to bed at 215AM. When I say "went to bed" I really mean, laid on couch and slept 3 hours. Because I had to be at the airport at 625AM to meet my boss and fly to Dallas TX to close a deal I have been working on for 3 months. Suppose to be there in Dallas until Thursday. So up at 530 to shower, do my supp routine (AAPs Muscle Building Cocktail to the rescue), do my injection routine (cause I am on cycle now after a long break.), shower, dress, feed the machine, pack (cause I didn't have time to over the weekend... you know kind of busy), and get to the airport.
In preparation for a long day ahead, with minimal sleep to get me started, I take one of my Vyvnase caps and half tab of Adderall. Energy = beyond the universe.
I get to the airport.
Boss plane arrives.
Fetch boss from his terminal.
Walk to our departing terminal.
Phone rings.
Sad face made by boss.
Meeting canceled.
Has to be rescheduled next week because CEO had food poisoning over weekend. (fuck but at least they didn't drop it so I still my money)
Obviously the smart thing to do is go home and catch some sleep. Unfortunately, I can't do that because my V&A intake have me wired down to my shadow and bursting with energy.
And... because my boss now decides that since he already told his wife he wouldn't be back home until Thursday, why waste the chance to get some extra days off from the old nag? So he is going to stay. With me.
Say that part again. "With me." Fuck. That way she won't see a hotel room charge on his personal credit card in a city/state he isn't suppose to be in.
So we leave the airport. And he wants food. Which by 7AM it is ok with me as much as I eat anyway. Only place open is Dennys. Well only place that has semi-real food and not fast food crap. We stop. Eat. On way out find a flyer on the car that reads :
I GOT PLENNY MONEY - Car Show - Mills Pond Park. Yeah, black culture at work. Complete with thug on front of flyer with his pants down to his ankles, a 9mm tucked in his undershort waistband, BIG OL' GOLD GRILL on his teef being displayed, and some hoochie mama with silcone butt implants on his side. Can't see her face cause she facing backwards. Just her ass. The only part that counts I suppose. But what is missing from here? Why a picture of a fucking car. WTF? It's a fucking car show with no car pic on the flyer. Good lord.
I think it was when I realized that, that the very moment occurred when everything from the past 2 weeks, most specifically since Friday gathered their collective weight and sat on my head. (which was attuned to the whispers of God himself thanks to the ADHD meds.)
I spent 2 weeks to get shit together to raise funds for a womens/children HIV shelter and suddenly realized that the most important "thang" for some people is a Plenny Money poser fronting car show. And for other people (my boss) extra days away from his wife. So he can whore around. Which will consist of me escorting him around to various resturants and bars, stimulating the economy (read : wasting needless money on expense account) on over priced meals, loads of liquor, and titty bar expenses. And introducing him to females that he thinks he can fuck, but wouldn't give him the time of day if I were not standing next to him.
So anyway after eating we arrive back home and my cleaning lady, not expecting me back at all today has finished and is laying by the pool topless. Which I don't care, but my boss has a shit fit. "I thought you were gay???? Why you have naked women around." (Mainly because my partner won't allow me to hire a male house cleaner. Duh!).
So now he has oggled titties and has the fever of seeing more running through his brain and it isn't much past noon. The only place he is going to see more naked females at this hour is the nude beach Haulover. Which is exactly where he wants to go. Which I don't care to because sitting in the sun isn't exactly what I want to do today. Actually just sitting still period isn't quite possible.
So I am pissed. No work day. No time off for myself. No gym. No valium or xanax to take the edge off all this energy. crap
