Dec
17
I, Depressius
Filed Under Old Diary |
Dropped the Christmas cards off today. Left the house at 8:30am, one hour before I needed to. ARGH! I could have slept! Oh well, went to The Wild Wench’s house to drop card off and lo-and-behold she was IN!
“Aren’t you meant to be at work?”, said I.
“Nope. My parents are here, visiting”, was the reply.
Fair enough, I’ll impose then. Here’s your card and gimme a coffee please. Chit-chat for about an hour and then whoOSHH! off to work. Careful to drop off the last card on the list (I put the card under the windscreen of Turtle Girl’s car). Good, she won’t notice that until she goes to work, and then it will be to late for her to call me (Ok, so I am avoiding her, shuddup!).
Work was hectic, Atoning nicked off early, leaving me with an office full of computer illiterate people (who’s names I haven’t learnt) with a pile of jobs to do on the side. Woohoo. 3:42pm Mobile rings, I really did try to answer it, I DID! Got a slightly irate message about people leaving cards on windscreens. Ooooer, my stomach is doing weird things…. could that but the fabled guilt complex? I think it is. Let it be noted that I have felt real guilt for the second time in 4-5 years.
Well, that tears it. I’m going home with my guilt - can’t think, can’t eat, feel stupid, what is the point of this guilt thing anyway?
Went to sleep at 8:30pm.
Rang Turtle Girl at 11:30pm, after looking (somewhat bleary eyed, I might add) at the mobile asking, “Ring Number?”, for the past half hour.
“Hi…”
“Hello”
“Are you still at work?”
“Nope, I don’t work on Thursdays..”
“Well, now I have another reason to feel stupid”, I pause for a while, “I’m sorry about the card.”
“blah blah males windscreen wipers <general aggravated comments>”
And I eventually got her to come over so we (I) could figure this whole relationship problem out. She arrived at 12:00am and left at 2:30am. I went to sleep almost straight away. Finally got some really good sleep. Guilt is also gone.