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thepnutgalleryWoke up at 3:30, which was probably the booze. Laid there a while, finally checked my phone. He'd asked me for a Lyft around 10, then messaged me closer to 4am telling me he should have cuddled me and ended up at the hospital. I don't cuddle, but I did ask him why he was there. He was "over over" and then sent a bunch of thumbs up. Ok.
He wasn't there when I got up for work, I managed to find decent parking - an increasingly rare experience. My monthly meeting was at 10, but Lynelle asked to reschedule it for 11....then Dave asked to reschedule it to 1. I'm easy, and even easier once Dave clarified it had nothing to do with me. The meeting itself was fine. From Dave's perspective, I'm a damn rockstar at claims. I'm less happy, because attorneys and reviewers are still catching occasional errors I missed. Lynelle is doing random eservice accuracy checks for all the paralegals. I'm at 95% accuracy, vs 98% overall. I'm actually fine with this. We spent the rest of the time talking about work things and rescue animals. Scotch, Lynelle's Golden is her first dog, but she's going to always have a dog from now on. Dave has an adopted cat named Gabby, comfortable enough with him to give sleeping bleps. And of course I have a menagerie.
Vyper called me in the middle of the day - he was possibly sexually assaulted the night before, though he doesn't know, and asked if he could crash on my couch. His stuff was still there in the morning, so I figured he'd be back. He said he'd clean, but that's not one of his strong suits, and my place is pretty damn clean (for my place) right now anyway.
I stopped by the gym for a full workout (albeit the slowest 4 miles I've ever gone on the elliptical) despite how fucking exhausted I was 1) because discipline, and 2) because I didn't really want to come home to Vyper. When I did get home, the power was out in part of the house, whole place stunk of eucalyptus, incense, and.....something, and Lady Miss Friday was hiding under the blankets. He'd dusted the bookshelves, but also used a bunch of my dishes and sex toys, left leaves all over the place and tied part of a eucalyptus tree to my shower.
His sponsor got him a hotel room and a bottle of booze so he could get drunk and pass out. I should have offered him a ride, but Jesus I was so tired. I think he left some laundry in the washer, because I didn't have enough quarters for him to dry everything.
He wasn't there when I got up for work, I managed to find decent parking - an increasingly rare experience. My monthly meeting was at 10, but Lynelle asked to reschedule it for 11....then Dave asked to reschedule it to 1. I'm easy, and even easier once Dave clarified it had nothing to do with me. The meeting itself was fine. From Dave's perspective, I'm a damn rockstar at claims. I'm less happy, because attorneys and reviewers are still catching occasional errors I missed. Lynelle is doing random eservice accuracy checks for all the paralegals. I'm at 95% accuracy, vs 98% overall. I'm actually fine with this. We spent the rest of the time talking about work things and rescue animals. Scotch, Lynelle's Golden is her first dog, but she's going to always have a dog from now on. Dave has an adopted cat named Gabby, comfortable enough with him to give sleeping bleps. And of course I have a menagerie.
Vyper called me in the middle of the day - he was possibly sexually assaulted the night before, though he doesn't know, and asked if he could crash on my couch. His stuff was still there in the morning, so I figured he'd be back. He said he'd clean, but that's not one of his strong suits, and my place is pretty damn clean (for my place) right now anyway.
I stopped by the gym for a full workout (albeit the slowest 4 miles I've ever gone on the elliptical) despite how fucking exhausted I was 1) because discipline, and 2) because I didn't really want to come home to Vyper. When I did get home, the power was out in part of the house, whole place stunk of eucalyptus, incense, and.....something, and Lady Miss Friday was hiding under the blankets. He'd dusted the bookshelves, but also used a bunch of my dishes and sex toys, left leaves all over the place and tied part of a eucalyptus tree to my shower.
His sponsor got him a hotel room and a bottle of booze so he could get drunk and pass out. I should have offered him a ride, but Jesus I was so tired. I think he left some laundry in the washer, because I didn't have enough quarters for him to dry everything.
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Date: 2016-09-15 05:52 am (UTC)Worst. Sponsor. Ever.
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Date: 2016-09-15 08:54 pm (UTC)