I basically blew the weekend being in a sleepy daze, no response from boss, except today he asked us to turn in our work (the work that took me 30 sleepless hours to get done)
I'm pretty fucking drunk for it being almost 5PM. That's what I do when my requests for basic oversight go ignored, I guess.
I did tell him on Friday that I had everything almost ready but that I needed clarification. Via two channels. Still no response on that, just this teamwide message "get the results to me".
Well I guess that's how it is. So I'll make my best guesses when making the report. I'd say I don't care about doing it right but it's really the main thing I care about these days... Since my dad... Did or didn't disinherit me, left it so vague. On purpose, he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Dad's real sick right now, with a flu. Can't get out of bed, his girlfriend's taking care of him. I hope he gets better soon, and someday gets his head out of his ass. Or maybe he finally succumbs to all his bad health decisions and I get to truly move on. He lived an adventurous and exciting life of sex and drugs, it wouldn't be a tragedy if he only lived to 70-ish. Better than most of his kind got.
I do also feel better from hanging out with my friends, but there's a shitload of harsh drama there right now. Which happens.
And coming up I'm going to have to visit my mom's side again, and the dread of that is just tearing me up.