Tower of Piza
April 11, 2008
I’m on such life tilt that I can’t even think straight.
Some days at work are non-stop I-need-help-from-you-fests. Granted, I’m responsible for many things and many people here at Imaginary Company. But some days, when it’s a barrage of questions directed to me by people from all over the world with no break in between, I become slightly peeved. There are times I get up from my chair to go to the bathroom only to come back to more I-need-help-from-you emails, phone messages and the best of them all, instant messages. Because people need help from me NOW. Not later. But now.
Yesterday when the work day ended, I drove my rental car (yes, rental car) to the Honda dealership to pick up our mini-van. It needed a new alternator and some fluids replaced. Hell, I need some fluids replaced right now. Or at least lovingly extracted. Or not even so lovingly.
Where was I?
Oh yes. On I-need-your-help tilt.
I finally get home and relieve my mother-in-law from babysitting duties while the Mrs. is at class. No time to unwind there - the kids need help with dinner. Then they need help with homework. And after that they need help getting snacks before bedtime.
So finally, FINALLY, TheBlood sits down to a couple of SNG’s on the poker machine in a what will become very futile attempt to forget all about the previous 12 hours.
It doesn’t work.
MrsBlood gets home and immediately asks for help getting pictures off the digital camera onto her laptop. All the while, I’m 2-tabling with headphones on trying my best to escape into the world of calm and relaxation. Right after I told her I was on I-need-your-help-tilt. But guess what?
Cue Shannon Sharpe: “It don’t matter!”
Well, hellfire. Some days, my needs don’t matter one single bit. Sure I yelled, and sure I was a jerk (aren’t we always dear readers who happen to be husbands?), but I HELPED everyone who needed it yesterday.
Beyond my normal capacity to withstand aggravation, I left the house and drove to my favorite dealer’s choice Thursday night donkey game.
Wherein I got my Aces cracked two hands in a row by the same player.
I need help.
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