Blinding Rush

You go way too fast anymore.

I am no longer in Los Angeles swerving in and out of traffic, nor am I on vacation.

The back log in itself presents a tremendous pressure in and of itself.  To me alone do I feel the pressure.  Then, I have in my head someone giving – I should say, shoving – information they either want me to write or a chore list of things to do while I’m driving home, waking up, or trying to get enough coffee in my system I don’t immediately want to start crying, curl up in the fetal position, or crawl back to bed pulling the covers over my head to rest my bones and weary mind.

It feels like shoving junk into an overstuffed garbage bin with an eye dropper sized funnel on the bottom expecting every bit of information to fall through the eye dropper as loads and loads of information spills over falling to the floor and elsewhere.

You failed to admit and confess the quick set has created more problems than you can understand.

I do not have a staff.  I do not have hired help.

Then, I have bad food delivered.  Boom, boom, boom heart problems.  Then, heavy food created so that I cannot move or think.  Then, my skin is on fire.  Then, I have dirty underwear.  Then, I have hair falling out or growing in the wrong places.  Sun damage.  Dry skin problems, on and on, and on and on.

You go too fast.  You are missing out on all the details the Bluetooth steals from me.

Its like slamming someone’s head against a wall while the full force of your palm distorts the shape of my mouth and asking me to recite the Gettysburg address from memory.

Ugh!

Enough.

Honey, can I please have my vision back?

I don’t know if someone illegally entered my home while I was away and replaced my contacts with a different prescription or if my vision is getting that bad.

It is not a good sign to have to replace a vision prescription more than once a year.  I cannot see more than 10 feet or so in front of me.

So, I’m never supposed to work again?  How else do I get to work?

Enough!

Send the children and babies somewhere else they do not belong in the workplace.