I haven't felt as badly as I do now.. since I was killing myself to pass the insurance exam last December. As bad as things were then.. they didn't seem as bad as now.. because then.. my 73 year old father was on a tropical island, relaxing himself. Now, he's been cooped up in his den for days. working himself to the bone.. . getting no exercise.. as he and I try to figure out our respective career problems.
In spite of the hell I've gone through this week. Worry over my dad, the meeting with the law firm that didn't come off, my seemingly constant physical sickness... Mitch COULD have had a very profitable week, with the winnings he had at the casino Saturday, and Friday, . but Mitch HAD to deal with his frustrations, by going back to the casino A THIRD DAY IN A ROW. That day, today, "Murphy's "Law" got Mitch.. with an ass kicking that I probably deserved. One that erased all of this week's gains, ate into what I won last week, and one that would have been worse.. had I not rallied from an even bigger deficit.. with late wins at the slots, and a horse trifecta. Now.. I will be staying the hell away from there until next Saturday.. no matter how this week plays itself out. .
After dinner with my friend Barney tonight, play time is over. and what could be a very serious week, begins to unfold.
By the end of this week.. I could well know if I have..,. two big clients.. one big client.. or no big clients. I'm holding my breath..
My supervisor says we are supposed to set up a conference call with the law firm. I hope and pray to know something about that specific situation.. tomorrow. If I don't have any information by Tuesday.. I plan to gently.. ask.
I hope that my dad solves the problem he's working on, so he can chill. He sounds. beside himself.. and at his age.. to work so hard.,. with no exercise.. scares me. He gets on me about getting my exercise during my horrible time. I do,.. the treadmill at the gym.. 3-4 times a week. To my knowledge.. he doesn't.. at all.
Sigh! Hopefully.. by the end of this week.. at least some of this will begin to sort itself out.
In spite of the hell I've gone through this week. Worry over my dad, the meeting with the law firm that didn't come off, my seemingly constant physical sickness... Mitch COULD have had a very profitable week, with the winnings he had at the casino Saturday, and Friday, . but Mitch HAD to deal with his frustrations, by going back to the casino A THIRD DAY IN A ROW. That day, today, "Murphy's "Law" got Mitch.. with an ass kicking that I probably deserved. One that erased all of this week's gains, ate into what I won last week, and one that would have been worse.. had I not rallied from an even bigger deficit.. with late wins at the slots, and a horse trifecta. Now.. I will be staying the hell away from there until next Saturday.. no matter how this week plays itself out. .
After dinner with my friend Barney tonight, play time is over. and what could be a very serious week, begins to unfold.
By the end of this week.. I could well know if I have..,. two big clients.. one big client.. or no big clients. I'm holding my breath..
My supervisor says we are supposed to set up a conference call with the law firm. I hope and pray to know something about that specific situation.. tomorrow. If I don't have any information by Tuesday.. I plan to gently.. ask.
I hope that my dad solves the problem he's working on, so he can chill. He sounds. beside himself.. and at his age.. to work so hard.,. with no exercise.. scares me. He gets on me about getting my exercise during my horrible time. I do,.. the treadmill at the gym.. 3-4 times a week. To my knowledge.. he doesn't.. at all.
Sigh! Hopefully.. by the end of this week.. at least some of this will begin to sort itself out.
