Leaving on a jet plane

Holy shit, life has been really crazy!  Work is nothing but drama and busy.  Our new Help Desk guy came out for a couple days this week.  We had lunch together and they were some tasty meals.  It’s damn expensive to eat out everyday, so glad I bring my lunch.  I can see the appeal of going out, which we all need to do from time to time.  We had a retirement celebration for a guy this week.  I stood around for an hour before they cut the fucking cake.  Then I found out the cake was horrible.  Red velvet that was rich with buttercream icing and it tasted like chocolate carrot cake, yuk! 
It’s the middle of the week and I get a phone call from the bank.  When I saw the number come up I figured that it wasn’t good news but I was delighted to find out otherwise.  It seems that my luck has changed and for the better.  I won a drawing for a Southwest Airlines Gift Card.  I was just beside myself.  I have won a couple things in my life but honestly I am not a ‘lucky’ person at all.  I got so excited that I checked my lottery tickets only to find out that I didn’t have a single fucking number.  Ah well, I can at least board an airplane.  My initial thought was to sell the card for cash.  However, I’ve been thinking about California and this could be my ticket there.  I checked out flights in March and it’s well within the limits of my winnings to go out and back.  I’d be on my own for transportation, lodging and food.  The bigger concern is what if I actually love it and decide to move?  Everything happens for a reason. So I am pondering what to do.
Today I went to fill out paperwork and have to wait for validation and then I will go back in a week to 10 days and pick up the card.  They will also take my photo, so I will be sure that my makeup is done just right.  LOL as if I wore makeup. 
I checked in with the Funeral Home on Friday since I would be in the area on Saturday about the fingerprint necklace of mom that I ordered.  Turns out they just came in and they reached out to my brother.  I hit the fucking roof over that.  They took my money and said they would call me when they came in, they specifically asked for my phone number for that purpose and then they called him, WTF!  I voiced my displeasure.  My brother picked them up yesterday.  I looked at it and he said that is the finger print of Elvis.  I got the most confused look on my face and said huh?  He said it could be anyone’s fingerprint, I mean we don’t know that is our mom’s fingerprint, but we are trusting that it is.  We are both displeased with the final product as it was advertised as larger and I think we were expecting something better than what we got.  I’m the poor bastard that shelled out close to $500 for both of them, so I am particularly disappointed.  It’s done though.  I will add it to my yellow gold chain that I wear with mine and my late partners wedding rings.  Still hard to comprehend that she is gone, hell it’s hard to comprehend that he’s gone too. 
My brother was all set to break up with his girlfriend, she was clearly taking him for a ride but somehow magically they patched things up.  I am so disappointed in that.  White trash!  My brother showed me today what he thought of me.  We had plans to meet up.  He called me around 9a and we finalized plans to meet up for lunch.  Then just before I was supposed to leave he sent me a text and said change of plans I am helping a friend move some furniture and won’t be able to meet.  Fuck I expected it but hoped beyond hope that it wouldn’t happen.  We still met but he was with his friend and a pickup truck full of furniture so there was no meal to share and conversation to have.  I am a second thought.  Now if someone would have called me I would have said sorry, I have plans with my brother.  Not him friends are more important than blood family.
Speaking of family, I sent off two hot letters this morning to the nursing home and their parent corporation letting them know that were pissed and we want our money back.  This is the second time I’ve reached out and it’s the last.  Next time a process server will be delivering a lawsuit.  They have 10 days to respond from the day they get the letter and of course I will build in some extra time but not much.  I plan on seeing this through to the end and getting what is rightfully mine back, unless they can prove I am not entitled to it.  However, I found a state law and cited that in my letter, it says that expenses have to be prorated so I think they are jolly well fucked.  I also involved a bunch of regulatory agencies and told them they are likely engaging in fraud and overcharging others as well as the Government.  So that will trigger a bunch of investigations and who knows what they will uncover when they turn over rocks.  I don’t understand why people fuck with me, they think I will roll over and go away.  In the past I probably would have.  This is a lot of effort to get a few hundred dollars but damn it, the money is mine and my dumb brother just gave it away.  He can’t speak for me.  I mean I could sue him for negligence because this is all his fault.  However, I kind of enjoy slaying a giant.  Shame I am not an attorney, which was an aspiration of mine.  What this nursing home doesn’t know is that I work for a very large law firm and have multiple attorneys giving me advice, free of charge so I think I have the upper hand.  I won’t stick my neck out on a maybe but if I am positive then it’s game on!
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, doesn’t feel like Christmas even though we got our first snowfall last night.  There is more on the way for tomorrow.  Of course there is I gassed and washed my vehicle.  Anyway, I’m going to my friends house for prime rib [insert gag here].  It’s crap but hey it’s free and I get to be around friends, so I suppose it’s not all bad.  At least I can be alone on Christmas Day to do what I want.  I can’t stray too far because I am on-call.  I’d love to venture to see Call Me By Your Name.  It’s playing but the theater where it’s at is 30 miles away.  I’d go if there wasn’t a risk of being interrupted.  I mean nothing is going on because it’s the holiday but somehow Murphy would know that I went to enjoy a movie and then chaos would break out and I’d not get to see all of the movie, better to wait until next week or until it comes out in the rental market.  Hopefully, I can see it next week though.  I hear good things about it. 
I am feeling a little depressed because I am alone and haven’t found anyone yet.  I mean it’s been 4 years, it’s like what is wrong with me.  My straight friend has already been laid twice and on a couple of dates.  Granted he thought with his dick and not his brain but hey he’s not exactly pleasing to look at, not that I am but hey c’mon.  I jumped back on Tinder today with the hopes that I will find someone.  There is still the guy at Steak N Shake that is way too young for me that I want to ask out.  Pretty sure he’s on my team but not sure that he would say yes.  I’ll never know until I ask or check with one of his co-workers.  Looking forward to being there tomorrow for my usual Sunday breakfast.  Then the dreaded Grocery Store, yikes!
Treated myself to some Spaghetti today.  I had crappy service and the bill was $20 for a bowl of noodles, sauce and two decent size meat balls along with a diet coke.  Fuck, I like a little KY and a kiss when I am getting fucked.
Momma Cat is telling me it’s time to call it a night.  Everyone wants me upstairs.  They want more food, more attention and more of whatever else they decide.  Oh speaking of them, I got Big Boy’s blood work back and he’s doing well.  Kidneys are a little on the questionable side.  They want me to encourage him to drink more, yeah okay I’ll jump right on that.  So long as he is peeing a large amount and often I won’t complain.  I checked his PH today and it’s 7.0, they like to keep it around 6.5.  More water would help but hey if he doesn’t want it there isn’t much I can do about it.  He’s up a pound and a half.  Going back to being a fatso, but he’s my fatso and I love him. 
That’s it folks!  Going to spread holiday cheer tomorrow and hope for some decent food and a good time.  Maybe the cats will let me sleep in on Christmas Day.  They had me up at 6a this morning.  C’mon it’s my day off.  My work is just never, ever done!
Merry Christmas to you and yours.  I hope it’s a magical holiday for everyone.