It’s hard to cram more than a year of life into a handful of bullet points, especially when one is as wordy as I, but I’m going to try.
- Ze blog: I’ve been too depressed to write anything. Also, my camera is broken and I rely on the photos I take out and about for inspiration.
- Ze marriage: Still exists. There have been numerous petty snafus and some substantial delays attributable to one of the parties not taking care of business in a reasonable fashion. I’m basically divorced now. Once it is legal, nothing is going to change in my life. So why rush? We have disagreements about the division of assets, but there’s no point in being irritated that this is taking so long. The ball is in his court. He’ll get things moving when it becomes important to him.
- Ze home life: Tiki died in October. He never really adjusted to the move, poor little guy. With Tiki gone, Lucy has developed a brand-new case of separation anxiety. If I’m not home from work before dark, she barks and barks and barks and barks and barks. This makes my neighbors v. unhappy. We’re working on that and it’s getting better. Lucy still likes to sit in the window and bark at
the usual passersbythe countless evil Cossack dogs marauding around the neighborhood and challenging her supremacy. My apartment is too small and I miss my deck a lot but the TV is better here and I’ve learned that I can leave my yarn lying around wherever I want and Lucy is not going to eat it. I always believed this was the case, but I was never allowed to test it.
- Ze health. Well, I have my therapist every week, my other therapist every other week, my psychiatrist every 6 weeks or sooner if my therapist says so. On top of that, I’ve got my regular doctor, my foot doctor, my eye doctor, my orthopedist, my dentist, my ENT specialist, my endocrinologist, my audiologist, assorted labs and imaging centers, and trips to the pharmacy about every 10 days. The last visit, I refilled one prescription and paid $394. My therapist wants me to add in group therapy and get out and have a social life. I keep burning myself, either on the oven racks or with my curling iron. However, all of my numbers are good and I feel like crap all the time because I’m sleep-deprived, not because I’m sick. This is progress.
- Ze hair: My hair has regained the fabulosity it had in my youth. I suppose all the stress from the bad marriage was making it get brittle and break or fall out.
- Ze football: The Zebes won their fourth consecutive last year and are currently in contention for a fifth. The competition is much closer this year so the matches are more exciting. We lost some key players during the summer transfer weekend, none of whom can really be replaced. Andrea Pirlo and Carlos Tevez had good reasons for leaving and I’m OK with that. No one else in Italy has them either. Arturo Vidal acted like a tit during the Copa America last summer, including a major drunk driving incident involving a totalled Ferrari and an argument with the arresting officer about how the arrest would be devastating for the Chilean prospects. He got favorable terms (of course) and Chile won the copa. Some new players came in too, and a few of them are awesome.
- Ze hott: Calcio is still packed with beautiful men, and I sill have a particular weakness for goalkeepers. Some of the baby keepers are positively luscious.
- Ze boyfriend: Right now I’m watching this week’s match against Atalanta, and my boyfriend scored a goal in the run of play! That’s not his thing. He’s a defender who doesn’t score goals and doesn’t get red cards. At age 34, he’s supposed to be in decline. He’ll be 35 in May and he’s out of contract this summer. Will Juve re-sign him? They should. He is still playing at a world-class level and the fans adore him.
- Ze job: The same as always.
Now that we are all up to date, let’s get to the real reason for this post. So there’s this assignment I wanted. It likely would have been mine according to longstanding practice and it made a lot of sense to give it to me for reasons that are far too boring to discuss. But NO! They gave it to an attorney in our office who we generally describe with words like “Officious prick,” “condescending asshole,” “how dare he/she/it!,” “weasel,” “manipulative twat,” “he/she/it has no idea what he/she/it is talking about,” and I could go on but you get the point.
So I was passed over in favor of the weasel. Things have now gotten to the point where I (a) have to fight for primacy of place against someone who is so clearly beneath me and (b) I lose that fight. OMG. How much lower can I go?
No lower, I decided. Today is the lowest I will ever get. I can wallow in my misery and victimhood, or I can snap out of it and put my life back together. If the wallowing path leads to having to compete with the weasel then I choose the other way.