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There is only one way to put this with the correct emphasis:

Holy Fuck! Fucking good fucking day, for fuck's sake! I mean, shit, fucking-A!

OK, as of yesterday I'm fielding phone calls from the Canada student loan people for the payment I missed this month and wondering how to keep my ass out of jail because I there was no way I could pay my taxes. I was questioning if I was maybe barking up the wrong tree romantically and there was still the seemingly inescapable detail of still being married to a lesbian.

The day starts with me firing off an e-mail to the HSBC that was 90% "get off your ass because I want the damn job now" hidden under 10% sucking up. Then I'm off to hang out with Ivana's kids because she is in a pre-trial discovery all day and for me a day of happy kid-energy beats the living hell out of moping around the studio waiting for the phone to ring.

But while I am at Ivana's my phone does ring, and it is the recruiter about the HSBC. I finally got an offer! And not only that, it is better than I was expecting. Money troubles are over!

Like that isn't good enough, Ivana comes back from the courthouse in a great mood. Her discovery went very well and she seems to have the upper hand in her custody fight now. She was exhausted, but I haven't seen her this happy in weeks. It's great. And so, feeling rich and seeing how simultaneously tired and happy Ivana was I figured buying her and her kids dinner was an appropriate celebration for everyone ;-)

Then it is off to home. After parking I picked up my mail. In it was a significant looking letter from my lawyer. I'm thinking, "Shit, I'm overdue on my bill" and that this is going to be a nasty letter. But, no. It is my copy of the signed order for my divorce (which would be that last, complicated detail I mentioned in my mentalhealth.com post a couple days ago). The order was signed on the 30th of March, meaning that my divorce is final next Tuesday! Five years after we split because she came out, I'm finally done with the damn lesbian bitch! (No offense to lesbians in general, the fact that she is a bitch and a lesbian does not necessarily mean that all lesbians are bitches.) I can finally put her out of my head and not have this vestigial tie to her looming over me like the Sword of Domekles.

Now I'm bouncing off the walls. I phone a couple friends to share and then phone my mom to share and to let her know that I can start paying back the money I had to mooch over the last little while. But I find out that I don't have to pay her back. It turns out that the legal snafus regarding my late Great Uncle Folran's will have been ironed out and my cut of what my mom will be getting more than covers my debt to her, so instead of paying her back I will be receiving a few thousand dollars!

How's that for one hell of a damn good day?

And, oh, yeah. Here is the comic for the 26th (without a doubt my all-time favourite), and since it is after midnight here is the one for the 27th.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/13377.html