Well, today I have much to talk about. Let’s start with a few new pictures of Abby:
She is quite the little lady. She has already decided to only go potty outside, so she is ok to wander the house, and to sleep in the master bedroom. I moved her bed up to my room last night, however, she only stayed in it for about 2 minutes. Next thing I knew, she was up in my bed with me. She stayed there all night, and didn’t make a peep, so I figured it was ok. This morning when I got out of bed, she moved over into my space because it was warm. Then she sneezed all over my pillow… not good.
What can I say? I’m hooked.
So anyway, last night was the Josh Groban concert. Now, before you start yelling at me for being a loser, let me finish. My dad bought tickets for the whole family, and so we met up and went out together. You may think it’s pathetic, but I have to say, thirty world-class musicians, a ten million dollar stage setup, and a classically trained singer add up to one hella concert. The opening act, William Joseph was great, too. He is a classically trained pianist, and he had an awesome band with him.
So no, it wasn’t Metallica. It wasn’t Aerosmith. But it was pure, unfettered musical talent, times ten. Josh’s voice is so pure, he really doesn’t even need the orchestra behind him. He’d be able to pull off the concert on his own.
The best part of the concert is that when he told the audience that he was about to do the final song, a lot of people got up to “beat the crowd” in the parking lot. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame. etc.
Well, they got theirs. First of all, he ended with one of his big hits “You raise me up,” so right off the bat, the people that left missed out. However, when he got done, the standing ovation lasted so long that he came back out alone, and did Paul Simon’s “America.” Just him and the piano… how freaking cool is that?! After that, he got another standing ovation so long that the entire band came back out for a second encore performance, and he did another one of his hits. So there… you people that left early… you know who you are.
YOU SUCK, YOU FREAKING LOSERS!
Thanks. I’m glad to have that off my chest.
So onto something a little more personal that has been eating at me.
Early this year, I was burning the candle at both ends, and in the middle. I had switched shifts to work nights so I could take classes during the day. So I was working from 4 PM until 3 AM, and from 2 PM until 10:30 PM on Saturdays. Then, during the day, I was going to class Monday through Thursday from 9 AM until 3:15 PM. The only free time I had was the time I spent in the car, or doing homework. To make matters worse, I was in the process of buying my first house, which as those of you that have gone through it know, it takes a lot of work and time.
So in April, I was working and schooling on that schedule, and juggling homework with my house purchase. Then, the advising office at school told me I needed to apply for the MBA program to insure I was accepted early enough. So I started studying for the GMAT, one of the admissions requirements. I knew I had to have a minimum of 550 on the GMAT, which I know doesn’t sound that hard, but believe me when you haven’t slept in 4 months, it’s pretty hard. I studied for about a month, and finally took it. I scored high enough, so that was another thing under my belt. I closed on my house, moved in, took finals, took the GMAT, graduated, switched back to the day shift, then two weeks later….
….I had a nervous breakdown.
Not the kind where you cry in your pillow for a while. The kind where I was unable to function. I couldn’t get out of bed. I didn’t want to do anything, go anywhere, eat anything, talk to anyone… I started acting totally irrational, and exhibiting behavior that people who know me would call “very strange.”
I’m not trying to make excuses for how I was acting, but to some extent, I was nutso.
Anyway, that said, it got to the point where I was physically ill, and my boss saw me one morning, and he said “Incredipete, if you’re sick, why don’t you go home.” That was very nice of him, so I took him up on it. Little did I know that leaving to have more unsupervised “alone time” was a horrible idea. I went home and pulled into the garage and closed the garage door. Then I just sat there, not wanting to move.
Fortunately for me, I have some very good friends. Jennyanydots was there for me in my time of need. I was sitting there, and she called. I started breaking down, and she told me that she’d meet me for lunch, so thank god, I went back into town and met with her. I told her I couldn’t explain my behavior. There was no reason to be upset. On the contrary, I should be happier than ever, because I’ve just finished accomplishing so many of my longterm goals.
She told me I needed to go see the doctor, and I figured she was probably right. I made an appointment for the next day. The doctor did some tests, and then started asking me about what I’d been doing for the past few months. Apparently my bloodwork came back dangerously weird. She told me that my body was whacked out because I’d been going on adrenalin for so long, that my body was overproducing adrenalin at an alarming rate, and it was little wonder I felt so freaking horrible.
She gave me medicine, which naturally made me very sick for several days with symptoms ranging from nausea to insomnia. But within a week, I felt better than ever, and life was back to normal.
The reason I bring this up is that I have a bit of a chip on my shoulder. People that should have know better decided to speculate and run with it. When I came back, there were rumors flying everywhere that I hated my job, and that I was gone for the two days because I was doing job interviews, and/or I was afraid to do a termination that was done while I was gone. Of course, I didn’t feel like I needed to discuss my medical details with the world at the time, but hey, maybe I should have so people wouldn’t have felt compelled to fill in the gaps with their feeble minds. To those that made things up without getting the straight scoop from me, “thanks for being so supportive in my time of need.”
Thankfully, my boss was not one of those people. He even called me over the weekend to make sure I was ok. He did the termination himself so I wouldn’t have to worry about it when I came back. Jennyanydots called several times to make sure everything was ok. My friend Stephanie kept asking how I was doing. I guess when you are down you find out who your real friends are.
And just for the record, I am A-OK now, and I feel great. At my last checkup, everything checked out just fine. I’m finally really enjoying all of those accomplishments, and having lots of fun. The new house, the new degree, the new car, the new dog, the Master’s program to look forward to… it’s all good.