I don’t hate the holdays CONT…. a massive disgusting bed that I haven’t even slept in since 2017, drag it and the box spring down 4 flights of stairs. Sort through papers and garbage, pack things away, a full sized 6 pc drum set into a 24x24x24 box, buy a $1000 sofa, throw the old falling apart one away, again down 4 flights of stairs. Vacuum every carpet, speak clean every carpet, wash every wall, clean literally everything, especially in my room, ceiling, walls, and during get a seriously h******** lung cold that had me thinking I had COVID it was so bad, very sick, chills, fever, painful cough, headache. Take Tuesday off, go get tested for COVID at a drive thru clinic, STILL working my a** off cleaning, literally dying and working a strenuous job, and getting a serious bout of insomnia because of all the excitement. Seriously seriously fucked up from everything. 3 s***** hours of sleep in 3 days, $1000 for a new couch so the place is presentable and livable, plus about $300 in cleaning supplies, and things like curtains, boot ruggs, cleaning supplies. Manage to pull it all off, the kids decide they want to stay the night here in the middle of my insomnia bout, Wednesday night because they don’t have an Xbox in the hotel with their parents, they are jonesing for video games, their parents are alright with that encourage it, fine…. I am trying to get to sleep in the next room at 11:00, which won’t happen, I need to be up at 5:30 am for strenuous work, which s**** and is painful being sick and with no more than 3 poor sleep hours in 3 days, THESE GUYS ARE IN THE NEXT ROOM WRESTLING LOUD AT 11:00! The neighbour downstairs is banging on the ceiling, I get up “GUYS! please! The neighbours are going to be pissed the f*** off, please just lay there and watch a movie…” My brother warned them “Guys, you better f****** behave… if I get a call at 2 am to come get you, I AM GONNA BE PISSED THE F*** OFF, BOYS….” I didn’t rat them out as mad as I was. Bro and sis needed a break, and I had to be a cool uncle. No sleep, even more worked up, pissed off neighbours. Gave them each $100 for Christmas, bringing the grand total to $1500, a bad case of insomnia, sick, still working and only one sick day off by Wednesday. Exhausted by work, food service delivery, leading up to Christmas. They leave yesterday, Thursday, I come home from work, sat around until 4 pm, went to bed, kicked the insomnia, slept until 11 pm, got up, made coffee, had a coffee, waited for the snowstorm to start, which by the way as a driver for a living is an amazing way to end off the seriously shittiest week I have ever had. Drank a coffee, snow strated at about 12, I went back into bed, knew I would not sleep again, but had to try, put Three’s Company Season 3, Disc 3 into the Blue ray player, sort of rested until 5:30 when I got up and went to work for the last day this week, during a heavy snowfall, that was not as bad as I was led to believe it would be. The only plus side.
Seriously the worst week of my life. It kicked my a** severely. Definitely the worst Christmas week I have ever experienced.
On the plus side my apartment has never been cleaner. That sickness I had, put my boss out of work this entire work week. The entire week. Saw him today. He hasn’t been sick in 15 hears. He doesn’t even smoke, and probably didn’t do much physical activity. I missed Tuesday, and worked physically hard at work and at home all week non stop. I told him that. It damn near killed me. I should have called in sick yesterday. I should not have been behind the wheel, with that little sleep, light headed, sick.
This Friday, right now, is literally the most relaxing with no commitment for 3 days I have had in a week and a half. F*** Christmas at this point. I don’t even care. F*** it.