Paid to drink

I think I’m in trouble this week.  It’s only Tues, and I’m totally in vacation mode already.  My mind certainly isn’t on work, although I still manage to get done what I need to get done.  Just further proof that any monkey can do this job.  I am only here for another hour or so, as we have our co. golf outing today.  Can’t bitch about getting paid to drink free beer, play free gold, and have 2 meals free, right?  I don’t know who I’m golfing with, yet, though.  Good Lord, I hope our foursome has as foul of a mouth as me, as I have a full on temper when it comes to golf.  You see, I expect to be good at it, even though I rarely play.  And I’ve never been good.  I’ve always sucked.  In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I golfed.  I used to golf with Jody every year during Randy’s golf thing, but it’s been forever.  I golfed w/ Amy a while back at this tourney that was centered around the NWACC (our former college association).  But I don’t know that one really counts.  I had one of the worst hangovers of my life that morning….I think it was the night after a Def Leppard (I don’t really like them, but for some reason always end up at their shows) and Bryan Adams concert.  I just remember that Dracy and I got rip roaring drunk….And then I had to get up and early the next morning, w/ Amy, who was staying at my house.  And good Lord, she’s a morning person.  But she always is careful around me hangovers, haha.  Anyway, the only thing I remember about golfing that morning, was I spent almost the whole time trying not to puke on the golf course.  Oh, and I remember we were golfing w/ some father/son combo, who I heard making some comment when we ordered Bloody Mary’s that morning.  F. them.  Lmao.  It’s funny how I can hold onto things like that.  Probably not healthy.

But I must say that I am looking forward to today.  I really enjoy a lot of the
people that work here.  Only one of the guys from our maint crew is golfing, though.  Bummer, this is a good bunch of guys.  Plus, I know I’d have the
cleanest mouth out of the bunch.  My boss has been telling me about last year, though, and how much her group drank.  It’s supposed to be a nice day, so I’ll have to watch myself.  Free beer and me never mix well….  Add that to my social anxieties (if I’m golfing w/ ppl I don’t know, or don’t know that well) and being in the sun.  Probably not a good mix.  Well, maybe I’ll be golfing w/ some of our suppliers.  That would be fine, too.  I give the orders, so f ‘em if I act like a tool and have a temper.  Haha.  But I will have to be careful not to break the clubs.  Lord knows I can’t afford to replace them.

Things have continued to be super busy at work and at home.  Time really has been flying.  I’ll admit I haven’t taken much time to sit back and smell the roses lately.  I need to work on that this week, though.  Cal gets really worked up about me leaving. So, I need to make sure we all have a good week together. 
It’ll be easy since my freaking cycle finally started slowing down a little bit today. F….  

I guess I should get back to work….  Anyway, I heard “Her Town, Too” this morning by James Taylor.  It’s one of my favorite songs by him.  I love the perspective.  And the lyrics are all too true.  We’ve seen it happen with our friends when they divorce, separate or what. When those terrible things
happen, you wish and hope that everything will stay the same between friendships and what not.  But unfortunately, a lot of time it doesn’t work that way.  It’s so awkward.  Only James can make it sound like a sweet song.

Have a great day. BTW.  It’s probably not good, that I already have the “beer shits.”  I’ve had them all morning (stupid period).  Nobody likes the beer shits. 
Esp. when it starts before you even start drinking.

She's been afraid to go out
She's afraid of the
knock on her door
There's always a shade of a doubt
She can never be
sure
Who comes to call
Maybe the friend of a friend of a friend
Anyone
at all
Anything but nothing again
It used to be her town
It used to be
her town, too
It used to be her town
It used to be her town, too
Seems
like even her old girlfriends
Might be talking her down
She's got her name
on the grapevine
Running up and down
The telephone line
Talking
'bout
Someone said, someone said
Something 'bout, something else

Someone might have said about her
She always figured that
they were her
friends
But maybe they can live without her
It used to be her town

It used to
be her town, too
It used to be her town
It used to be her town, too

Well, people gotten used to
seeing them both together
But now he's gone
and life goes on
Nothing lasts forever, oh no
She gets the house and the
garden
He gets the boys in the band
Some of them his friends
Some of
them her friends
Some of them understand
Lord knows that this is
just a
small town city
Yes, and everyone can see you fall
It's got nothing to do
with pity
I just wanted to give you a call
It used to be your town
It
used to be my town, too
You never know 'till it all falls down
Somebody
loves you
Somebody loves you
Darling, somebody still loves you
I can
still remember
When it used to be her town, too
It used to be your
town
It used to be my town,
too