Poor JoJo. My VM went something like this: "Hey girlie. Let me know what to bring tonight. How's my beer supply? Text me when...SHIT..." At the next stoplight, I put my phone on airplane mode, and when I got to my client's office, I had a missed J-call. Texted her that I'd call when I left client's.
I'm a dumb-ass. I could blame it on my ADD, but that's all the more reason I need to remove distractions. I had two wrecks while my mother was in the hospital. I rear-ended a car at a stoplight. And slammed into a parked car at Laurelwood. My victims were very sweet, and the first one let me write a check instead of filing an insurance claim. It's a damn shame that my insurance premium is probably gonna be higher than my 19 year old kiddo's. Oh, well.
The cluster-fuck continued. One of those days. Nothing worked. Thank God Mikie was there to save the day. She wound up telling me to get the hell out and she'd do my job. I'm obsolete. Client loves it. Partly because her billing rate is lower. I need to get that non-compete done. So I left after a totally unproductive hour and a half.
Stopped at Rafferty's and got The D chicken tenders with a baked sweet potato. He loves it. Bartender gave me the NCAA brackets and I did my random selection. He wasn't around when I left so I'm $5 richer. Or less poor.
Now I'm going to try to redeem my wasted morning. Crank out some work before the oyster-fest. I think I'll just eat crab dip instead. You know what they say about oysters. That they can harbor dangerous toxins...
I have a feeling I'll have some good blog fodder for my next post.
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