Wednesday Phone Day

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First things first my peeps! Today is Wednesday September 19, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for three months and one day or rather yet, a total of ninety-three days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a salt mine note! Yes! Yes! Yes! and Yes! As the tittle implies, today is just another dreaded phone day at the salt mines. The thing about being on the phone is, that lately, other companies are trying to make customers switch from our company to theirs, which in reality, we don’t care, because they still have to use our infrastructure, so the company still makes a profit. But the thing is, that we’ve been receiving a lot of calls, specially from representatives from other companies, trying to pass as the real customers, which is a pain in the ass. I mean, how many times, can the same guy, call from the same phone number, with different customer names and different account numbers? REALLY!? The dumb-asses actually think that we don’t recognize their voices and that we don’t have call ID. There’s only two of us working the fucking phone everyday! SMMFH! But that’s the shit that I have to deal with all the time that I’m on the phone and that is the one reason why I hate it so much. The calls from government agencies are no problem at all, those I like, as a matter of fact, since I’ve known most of the representatives from those agencies for a long time, we joke around. But like always… it pays the bills and that’s what matters.

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Three Sober Months

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What up! What up! What up my peeps! Today is Tuesday September 18, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for three months or rather yet, ninety-two days in total. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

OK! OK! OK! OK! OK my peeps!… YES I DID IT AGAIN!… You can stop the applause and sit down now! I broke my sober record yet again, by staying sober for three months for the first time in the last three years. I have to say, that it really feels fucking incredible, to wake up on a Monday morning, with no hangover from binge drinking the entire weak end. Don’t get me wrong, I had some stinking thinking and drunk dreams, but that doesn’t matter as long as I stay away from my good old friend… alcohol. I really do feel great, since I haven’t had a hangover in three months. My trick to not drinking on the weak ends is, keeping busy by doing different things, like go shopping with my wife, go to parties, listen to music or even watch some reruns of my favorite sitcoms that I have previously recorded. Sometimes I do get bored, so I take naps and walk to the store to get something to eat or even cigarettes. The thing about my sobriety is, that I have to look for different ways to keep my crazy weekend binge drinking brain busy, as long as I do that, I’ll be OK. Right now, I’m looking forward to four sober months. WOO-HOO!

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

It’s A Fuck It Kind Of Day

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What up! What up! What up my peeps! Today is Tuesday September 11, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two month and twenty-four days or rather yet, eighty-five days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a fuck it kind of day note! This morning, after taking a three-day weekend from the salt mines, I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I haven’t shaved in about a week. For a few seconds, I really thought about shaving, but then I said… NAH! FUCK IT! I’ll just go into the salt mines looking like this. Hey look! My stupidvisors don’t give a rat’s ass how I look when I walk in, all they care about is, that I do make it into the salt mines and that by the end of the day, the work that had been assigned to me is done. Now if I was to show up only wearing my pink Speedos, pink flip-flops and my pink straw hat, then I think they might have a little problem with that. As always, as long as I am not hurting myself, others or breaking any rule or law, I’m not afraid of being myself.

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

P.S. I really don’t own pink Speedos, pink flip-flops or a pink straw hat. I’m just fucking with you. Not that there’s anything wrong with it!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

September Session With My Shrink

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What up! What up! What up my homies! Today is Friday September 7, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and twenty days or rather yet, a grand total of eighty-one days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

OK, on a monthly session with my shrink note! Yesterday I saw my shrink and as always, after talking with him, I felt like if a ton of bricks was lifted off of my shoulders. I have to say, that he was very happy and proud of my sobriety. He even congratulated me a couple of times for being sober for so long. He did asked me how was I doing on the weekends, since that’s the only time that I binge drink. I told him that I have been busy, going out with my wife to two wedding receptions and two get together with a few of my fellow co-workers. But other than that, I’ve doing pretty, pretty good. I mean, aside from my share of stinking thinking and a drunk dream, I’m really doing good. As a matter of fact, I specially don’t miss the hangovers, anxiety, depression and regrets that sets in after a weekend of drinking. The first few weekends were not easy for me, but right now, I’m chilling like a villain.

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

My Drunk Dreams

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What up! What up! What up my homies! Today is Friday August 31, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and thirteen days or rather yet, a grand total of seventy-four days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT! I am so fucking looking forward to my first sober three-day weekend in a long ass time. Woo! Hoo!

On a drunk dreaming note! When I was sober for five years, I had my share of drunk dreams. Just in case five out of my ten loyal readers don’t know what drunk dreaming is, it’s having a dream in which I fucked up my sobriety, by getting drunk. The thing is, that even if they are different dreams all the time, the feeling of guilt and shame is all the same. One of the funny thing about those dreams is, that I know that I’m drinking and I know that I’m drunk, but the shit is, that I can’t remember how I got to that point. In other words, when was it that I had my first beer in my dream. I do have to say, that the really fucked part of it all is, waking up shitting bricks, because the dreams are so real, that I actually think, that I did go to bed drunk. I mean, it takes a few seconds for me to realize that it was just another one of my stupid drunk dreams, but for those few seconds, I feel like shit, because I think that I fucked up my sobriety. There have even been instances, when after a drunk dream, I felt hungover for a couple of hours after I wake up. I know it’s hard to believe, but it does happen. Well, after all is said and done, they are just drunk dreams. Nothing more, nothing less. I just have to take it one weak end at a time.

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens or goes down.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

I’m Quitting Risperidone

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First things first my peeps! Today is Wednesday August 29, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and eleven days or rather yet, a total of seventy-two days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a crazy med note! For a while now, I have been on and off Risperidone. As a matter of fact, the last time that I tried it, was last Sunday night. The thing is, that on Monday morning I felt tired and drowsy. On my way to the subway station in the morning, I felt as if I was dragging my feet. It felt like if I was carrying a ton all the way to the salt mines. So I decided to just stop taking the shit and tell my shrink when we have our next session. I’ve always told people, to try their crazy meds first and see how it goes. If it doesn’t work out, to stop taking them, to talk to their shrink about the side effects and what other options are out there. And that’s exactly what I am doing, following my own advice. So my next session will be next month, I’ll just wait and see what we come up with.

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

My Weak End Plans

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What up! What up! What up my peeps! Today is Tuesday August 28, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two month and ten days or rather yet, seventy-one days in total. The way that I was thinking about it the other day was, that out of the three summer months, I only drank during the first one and I’ve been sober for the last two. Which is not bad, since this is the longest that I’ve been sober for in the last three years. You can say that I am taking it one weak end at a time.

The crazy shit about the whole thing is, that ever since I decided to stay sober, my wife and I have been invited to more get together, barbeques and parties by family, friends and coworkers, than any other time or even year. I have to say… it is fucking crazy. The way that I look at it is, that I’m just being tested… yes, tested to see if I really can and want to stay sober. For example, this coming weekend, since it’s a three-day weekend, we have been invited to a wedding reception on Saturday evening by one of my wife’s cousins. Then to a get together on Sunday afternoon, by a friend of ours, who I grew up with and who I call one of my two little brothers. As always, there will be people drinking around me, but you can be sure that I’ll behave… because I want to stay sober, I’ll have my security guard (My wife) with me and I’ll be driving. So don’t cry for me Argentina, you can be sure that everything will be A-OK.

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!