You know what? I'm not ready. I don't want to train them. For one thing, they're going to say something bitchy that pisses me off. For another thing, I am tired of training. I just want to be left alone and work. And for the final thing, I don't know how to train them. And that is the worst thing about this: I know how to do the work, but teaching it is an entirely different thing altogether.
This is the main reason why work has dominated my mind and my life. I just spent most of Sunday evening and Sunday Night Football catching up on the mail that has come the past couple weeks. I have been so busy and tired that the only thing I do when I get the mail is look for any bills for my parents, then put the pile either on a stair or on the floor. Tonight the chickens came home to roost, and even then I didn't feel as if I had the time to devote my full energies to going through the mail. But I did ... and unfortunately I actually missed a few of the bills that I had to pay on behalf of my folks. Fortunately, with the exception of something in Las Vegas, I caught them in time, in particular six garbage bills for my parents' properties in Vegas. That doesn't mean I've caught them all. I have no clue.
I feel as if that taking care of my parents' business affairs should be a full-time job. What I would really like, right now, is to not work. That way I would have to cover my parents' bills and not have to worry about the shit at work. But I have less than seven hours before I have to wake up, and then I go to work, and then I have this hellacious new task I have to do, something I am not sure I can pull off.
I just want to be left alone.
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