Call continued
I’m running on a mere 4 hours of sleep, and I’m still at work. I’ve been here for over 12 hours today and still trucking. This is getting to be a habit: A baaaad habit. I forget what day it is. I’m gaining job security. I’m a monkey robot. With a rocket car and buns of steel. I’m a turntablist on the wheels of steel. And they’re all after me lucky charms. Manga-na-hoooooo ee aw ee aw winky muddle nicky nicky charoooooooo. Oh shit. It’s over for me. The exits are located here, here, and here. Please be aware that the nearest exits may be behind you. Save yourselves.

Bad Call
The lawyer called. He is still working on getting me a court date as the ex just turned in the financials that were due last week. I should, hopefully, have a finalized divorced by the end of the year, pending any more issues.

Now, when my lawyer asked if I had any further issues pertaining to the divorce beyond the typical impending tax problems, I asked whether there are implications if the rumor that the ex’s pregnancy is true. He congratulated me, as by law, any baby born to a woman who is party to a divorce is legally the child of the divorced husband, even if the child is born up to nine months after the finalization of the divorce.

If anyone in the world has worse luck that turns to better stories, please instant message me so that I can take you to lunch.

You deserve it.

Posted in Anger, Work