So... for as much as I talk to people around my office, I finally had coworkers who don't live in my complex over to my house. They noted a couple of things.
1) They noted that my apartment is a very "adult" home. The highlights were things I already knew. The furniture is not second-hand, and the decor is decidedly not that of a college student. -Despite the fact that I know I have invested a great deal of time, money, and effort into ensuring that I no longer have a collegiate or juvenile home environment, I still like having that reassurance.
2) Secondly, we discussed MANY coworker issues around the office. We noted that one member of the staff is a HUGE closet case. We talked about a fabled firing. We talked about certain cases, and about coworkers who make advances at us, despite marriage vows, and we talked about coworkers who have other assorted issues. It was nice to know that I wasn't the only one who felt this way about a certain group of people... Reassuring in a certain way. Before now, I've only had the feedback of a very prudish and reserved coworker who happens to live in very close proximity to me and therefore was the only person who made their way over to my abode, and that opinion wasn't the most reliable or widespread, so it was nice to get another couple of views from the office on the dynamics of everything.
Do I have to be working at 8:30 in the morning? Sure! But it is 2:30AM, and I find it more important to tell you about this newfound outlet I have... What does that tell you? I don't know if that means I've been functioning totally dysfunctionally for the last 11months and now have a healthy vent to brag about, but the fact remains that I would rather short-sheet my own sleep in order to tell you guys about my new vent who can legally hear about all of my coworker AND case related bullshit, but it excites me immensely... and I have invited them over in an open manner. (Short of giving them my keys, I don't know how to tell them that I want them here as much as possible.)
It's just a new feeling, and a liberating one, so I wanted to share it with all of you. (Especially since it came at such a fortuitous moment in my life outside of work.) I mean, I know that writing here, and engaging in a dialogue with you in the form of comments (Not you Jay/RZV, you're a narcissistic ass lately, we know it's all about you.... JK) but the fact is that it's nice to be able to sit and drink in one's own home, and really delve into the minutiae of one's case load and to discuss one's fellow coworkers ad nauseam without fear of repercussions.
Poor grandpa looked pitiful tonight. He looked as though he had been taken in a back alley and beaten with a Louisville slugger. If it weren't for the fact that he admitted to having difficulties making it to the bathroom in time, I'd have made assumptions that he was still the same cantankerous shitbag, but since the evening played out the way it did, I actually do feel some compassion and pity for the man, despite how he has treated me in the past. It turns out I have one of those stupid "giving" hearts after all. Damn it all to hell!