Nothing here but bitching about the "vacation" I just returned from.
Earlier in the year the cellmate's family booked a beach house on the eastern coast.
I did not plan on going until I was pressured from various directions that "it would be good for me". I argued that it is not a good time with the upcoming move and that a beach was not my ideal vacation spot.
It proved exactly why I should not listen to anyone and stick to my own decision making.
This was my first vacation in two years.
We arrived after ten fucking hours of driving. The house was a 3 story tall with steep stairs everywhere. Some did not have hand rails. The house was not cleaned after the guests. We found the place trashed and the rental and cleaning company would not return calls until the next day. They never did come clean the place, we cleaned it ourselves. There is a list of issues with the house including mold that I will skip.
The cellmate and her brilliant mind thought the trip would have been missing her friend and her boyfriend.. These two are disgusting drunk gluttons. The boyfriend is one of the worse people I have personally met. He is a loud (he is hard of hearing), rude and always drunk. Every place is a bar to him and he belongs in every conversation. Aside from his endless drinking and eating, he was accused of stealing money (oh yeah, this catch is unemployed).
Three days into the visit, they were asked to leave...
I had intended on heading back home mid-week and the cellmate was to ride back with her friend, but that got fucked up because of these two dipshits.
My legs did not cooperate with the stairs. I found myself a prisoner of the third floor. Four of the six days there I did not leave the third floor.
I walked to the beach once using a boardwalk from the house. It is a long walk and has more stairs. I did not even attempt to walk on the beach since I was already tired walking to, and I use a cane and they don't mix.
The above wouldn't be so bad if I could have worked. My job position and responsibilities allow me to work anywhere there is highspeed internet. Of course the place has internet that is too slow and constantly drops. I could not keep my connections up to my office and phone system to complete any work at all.
I do not get vacation pay or sick time off. An entire week of pay...
So I just sat around, bored out of my fucking mind. In count down mode until it was time to leave. Quietly in pain and uncomfortable.
I kept it to myself. There was no point into bitching about it, I was already there. Enough drama was going on with the shitty rental and the drunks that my words would have fell on deaf ears anyways.
I was only questioned once about my lack of participation, I think the cellmate had to speak up and remind them of how useless I am.
They all smoke and eat unhealthy. I was stuck around cigarettes that I want, and shitty food that I do not want. I did not smoke and skipped multiple cheese filled meals.
If anything came from it, in my alone time I was hard on myself enough that I will say "No." when I want to.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Still preparing to move. It got pushed back a month due to typical life bullshit popping up and draining $2500 from me preventing the move when it was planned.
So I have holed myself up in my office for the last couple weeks working like mad. I have managed to almost double my paychecks by putting in well, almost double the time. Working day/night and weekends.
I am even skipping a week-long vacation at a beach house with the cellmate's family just so I can continue to work and get moved.
I know at some point something has to give, but in the present I want to move before winter rolls around.
I just hope my body can hold up and not get worse.
Still moving to another state nearby. I am going to try to continue my country living and void the city life.
I considered moving back into the city for health reasons (doctors, public transit, etc) but I decided country was going to be better for my health.
I have restricted myself to a diet of mostly organic foods, very little meat at all.
All meals are prepared when I eat them, I don't buy prepared foods or processed foods.
I have stuck to this for over a month now. Stop smoking almost two months now. I am trying.
Living in the country fits my desired lifestyle more. If I am further away from restaurants and junk food, I am less likely to eat that bullshit. Living out in the country for a couple years has taught me to plan for a week of meals and to eat much better than I ever did. Out in the country, I have access to small farms right by my house that I use for all of my produce and meats, a large local organic store for everything else.
Back to work.