This week has been HELL. No time on my hands whatsoever, and then my mother decides to die. So, fabulous! I get to go deal with my father and all of that now since Delores won't let me skip it. I swear that she's made it her personal mission to turn me into some kind of decent human being, but, as I've informed her many a time, such people die quickly in the world I work in daily. She's still not buying it, so she's appointed herself my "funeral date", which apparently entitles her to forcing me into buying her a new dress, shoes, jewelry, etc. etc.
Sometimes I wish I could just put on the facade of caring for her the way she wants me to just long enough to get her involved before dropping her and leaving her so that she'd never come back, but her work is far too top-notch, and I'm far too prudish to deal with it. The hotel fiasco should have taught me the result of that sort of thing anyway... So she's taking me out to her favourite shops and restaurant tonight, but I get to pay. We're eating cheap, and that's final, and I swear I'll put my foot down on dress prices! She did give me a very nice black pufftie with a small ruby pin to hold it in place as condolence for the loss, which I barely noticed, save her fuss. And to think, I could have avoided all of this had I simply not given out my number to my parents, who have called a total of three times in the past ten years or so, or just removed my small cell phone from the possession of the building's cellphone dragon. With that going on, I've had little time to yell at the team that nearly sent out a half-assed version of an ad, but I think they undestand what I want from them now that they've experienced their first overnight work no-sleep sleepover! I'm willing to eat the cost of the food and coffee I had brought in if they never try to turn in crap like they did ever again... The next mediocre thing I see may find it's creator fired if my mood doesn't improve soon, but things need spruced up from the way they've been going. I owe Dax and Mel a lot again for churning out some amazing animations for an upcoming project and interview; thank whatever powers may be that I at least have these two on my side. Overly talkative and very nearly the perfect definition of Nerds, I think these two may be the Luke Skywalkers of their respective occupations; Dax makes me question whether or not I can justify myself as 'knowing' a computer at all despite being more capable than most, and Mel is just an amazing artist, traditional or physical, that can pound out ideas faster than even I can put them down. What would I do without them?
Anyway, I need to sleep more. Stockkholders are wanting information, companies are demanding things, my workers are mostly failing to breath correctly, and now my mother has decided to keep with her theme of being inopportune and impertinant by dying right in the middle of it.
She never did do anything to really help me on the whole, but at least she stayed to one side, unlike my father; he's the main reason I don't want to deal with all of that, but that's another matter entirely.
Mood of the Moment:
On the Radio: Orbital's Blue Album