Poon Job's Palace

at least when i plan for one. This weekend was supposed to be enjoyable. No hospital obligations, no retirement home obligations, no film or investor obligations. Just me geeked out in front of my tv playing Crackdown or watching movies. What'd I get. A little bit of Crackdown and a whole lot of bullshit. For starters I was called to work 3 times and got to spend almost as much time there as I normally do when I'm on call.
Next I found out my care giver was stealing shit from my retirement home which led me to firing her and having to find a replacement. So I get to drive around to Vallejo (Philipino capitol of California) and look for one while worrying that the old one is cleaning out my place cause she would catch on that I was gonna axe her. Luckily I got the jump on her and surprised her with her canning. She didn't even get a chance to get all of her things and I told her I'd send her stuff to her. She came to me with one small suitcase of shit and tried to leave with a fucking cargo container's worth. She even tried stealing shit from some of my clients. Anyways, thats one headache gone.
Then of course a couple investors I had referred to some studios decided they needed me to help handle a meeting with a few of the higher ups even though the contracts were already signed and I assured all their bases were covered they still needed me to meet with them and have a phone conference.
To make things worse, my invitation to the 300 premiere in LA may have been redacted. Fuck it all.