Semi Productive Day

I had one of those sleepless nights, woke up at 5 am after turning in around 12 midnight.  There was no point in trying to go back to sleep, it just wasn’t going to happen.  I’m keyed up about my vacation pay that I am due.  With the research I have done my only recourse is to take my former employer to small claims court.  That will cost me money and then how do I prove my case, outside of saying he promised to pay.  I have nothing in writing.  I’m continuing to research the matter and then figuring out how I am going to approach them.  It will no doubt be by letter but it’s all about what you say and how it’s said.  I know that they were going to pay me but for all I know they have had a change of heart.  I mean they promised me a letter of recommendation but now won’t give it to me because I didn’t sign their separation agreement.  This is all 1 sided and that sucks.

I did manage to treat myself today.  I went to IHOP to try their Blueberry Cannoli Pancakes.  They were good, but were no substitute for a real Cannoli.  Those little things take a lot of time and effort not to mention the supplies to make them are not cheap.  There is a bakery a ways from home that we used to visit and we would buy them.  Eat one or two there and take some home.  Problem is one of us would get hungry and go eat them up.  Ah, the good old days.

Anyway, when I walked in I spotted a good looking single guy who had to be in college.  Sipping on his coffee.  He was looking around.  We made eye contact a couple times.  I did the look at him, look away and then look back at him thing.  That clearly didn’t get me any points.  He finished his coffee and left.  At least I got to see a beautiful face and parts of his body.  I noticed lots of good looking guys started strolling in.  I’m like this is my lucky day.  I should get a lottery ticket.  Instead I went to the post office and then to the grocery store. 

They were cleaning shelves and rearranging the store once again, I left and forgot the mayo.  Didn’t get hamburger because they wanted to sell it to me in a jumbo family size package.  I need a little meat not enough to feed the entire town.  I’ve got some frozen, thinking of using that.  Me and my taco craving are getting all worked up. 

Came home, unpacked the groceries and returned a call.  I’ve got 2 phones interviews tomorrow.  The first place called this morning and the 2nd place in the afternoon.  The first job is the one I really want.  The 2nd job well not so much.  Since I didn’t go to my unemployment training thingy last week they didn’t pay me.  So I have rescheduled for Friday.  So not looking forward to it.

I went to Therapy today.  We got the billing issues squared away.  We talked about grief and the stages of it.  I have moved past some of the stages and am still working on others.  I was encouraged to write a letter to my late partner.  Oddly enough it’s something that he told me that he had to do when he was getting divorced.  His therapist recommended it.  I was thinking about writing him one and now I see that it makes perfect sense.  I have so much to say and I know it’s going to bring forth a lot of emotion but that is the sole purpose.  Writing the letter or anything that I do won’t bring him back, he’s not on vacation or out exploring he is deceased.  I get that, but there are many things that I wish I could tell him.  I think the letter is a good idea.  I was planning on writing it tonight or at least starting but time is getting away from me.  I have a carpet to clean, Big Boy and his messes. 

I am hoping for an in person interview so I can wear my expensive shirt out.  I’m not getting all dressed up for the unemployment thing on Friday but I’ll bet you they tell me something like don’t wear jeans to a job interview.  To wish I will reply I don’t I always wear shorts.  I understand they have to address the very basics because there are some people that don’t know better but right now I view it as a complete waste of my time, gas and who knows what I will pay for parking. 

While I was up early this morning I turned on the TV.  I watched the movie called Pedro.  It’s about Pedro Zamora a young man who acquired AIDS from unprotected sex and turned into an Activist.  He was on MTV’s Real World and on the night the last episode aired Pedro passed away.  I learned more about him, but also was thinking of how my life was back then.  Even my late partner liked Pedro.  Pedro and his Partner at the time had a commitment ceremony.  I remember we had talked about having one of those, but who would we invite?  It was a sad movie but also got me to thinking about other people and their struggles.

Okay I guess it’s time to submit and go pass out treats and clean up the mess that has been left for me.  Then find something interesting to watch until which time I pass out.  Lawn Boy is coming tomorrow.  That is about as exciting as it gets here.  Talk with you peeps later.