Good morning, care to join me for a cup of fine Italian Roast? Or do you prefer instant coffee because I have that too.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I’m still alive and I would apologize for disappearing from the blogging world the past few weeks. It’s not that there was a lot going on; I was just tired from working too much overtime.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I’m currently in the midst of a three-day long weekend. It’s President’s Day Monday and we’re celebrating the birthday of several Presidents or is it just Lincoln and Washington? I can never seem to remember whose birthday we’re celebrating. I’m just thankful to have the day off especially after working overtime for the past few weeks.
I’m exhausted, did I mention that? I just finished another 47-hour work week and according to my supervisor, I have about an equivalent of 65 hours of weekly workload.
I told my mom and family that I was very tired and don’t wish to go anywhere. Guess what they said?
My aunts still call me and expect me to drive them around town to do errands. My mom even replied, “What about when I did 60 hours?”
I was like, “Mom, I’m not you. I don’t have super power. I am only human with health problems.”
So please, no pity. If my family doesn’t think I deserve just a shred of sympathy or believe my exhaustion is real, why should anyone else?
Sorry to be snappy. I’m just very exhausted, that’s all.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you my doctor recently diagnosed me with Hashimoto Thyroiditis. It basically means my thyroid has decided to misbehave and not produce the amount of hormone my body needs to function. Symptoms include fatigue, mood swings, low heart rate and metabolism, weight gain, and depression. My family don’t think it’s a real diagnosis, they think it’s all in my head.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you it’s not in my head. It’s a very real thing I have been dealing with for the last few months.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I quit online dating after a month. I created an online dating profile as a part of my New Year Resolution, thinking I would go and meet someone my own age nearby.
Men expects so much, did you know that?
They expect me to be available at beck n’ call, as if my job doesn’t matter. They expect me to be up late at night texting and be able to meet at coffee shops at all hours.
Nope, that doesn’t work for me. If men are so picky, then I would rather spend the rest of my life as a lonely old maid.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I spent last Saturday up at 9,000 feet. No, I did not ski. It wasn’t even my idea to go up to the slopes. My mom, the birthday girl, decided that. My plan was to go shopping for fancy European cheese by myself but birthday girl gets to have what she wants for one day.
I didn’t take many photos, just a few. We spent most of the day in the lodge – eating and waiting for the fog to dissipate outside. The fog never quite dissipated. So we rode the ski lift back down, feeling like we had accomplished nothing.
And we didn’t accomplish anything that day but the day sure took an interesting turn though. As we cruised down to the highway entrance, something got caught in one of my mom’s car’s tires and popped the tire like a balloon. We ended up stranded by the side of the road for almost an hour while waiting for roadside service to come and help change into the spare tire.
The whole time, the birthday girl was panicking, shouting at me to call this person and that person. Hey, I only have two phones available and what happened to stay calm in an emergency situation?
If we were having coffee, I would thank you for another chat and please, come back soon for the next edition of #weekendcoffeeshare.