Back to Work

I am back to work after five weeks of recovery. It is so nice conversing with live people. Of course as I start week two it is the same old crap, different month. I really need to win the lottery. Why won't you pick my numbers Mr. Lotto Machine? I believe I am just as worthy as that person residing in a single wide, one paycheck away from being evicted from the trailer park.

My mother actually called to see how I was doing. I was so weirded out getting two calls from her in a month it took a of couple of days to return the call. I did not have much to worry about, it was like every phone call. Five minutes then she has to go because I mention something uncomfortable. Not this time she had to go because a client was calling. Yes I only call her at work. One: she cannot get out of control. Two: work eventually cuts the conversation short. Funny since we used to be so close until her last shenanigan a few years ago and that I will save for later post.