And so it goes

problems almost in law

she insisted on having someone come over and paint the room that is sort of ‘my’ room, which is fine, and sort of nice in a controling way,  but she’s also been here the entire time, the guy came at 8am, thus cutting off 2-3 essential hours of sleep, she’s been flittering about moving things around, complaining about eric’s interest in his house and how she has to do everything or it won’t get done. (let it be undone! please please please let it be left undone….) 

I leave you with a sampling of the glittering comments that she’s sprinkled my day with:

you can get a maid when you have more money
translation: the house is a mess all the time.
inner response: it’s not your house! you don’t live here! i’ve given up cleaning for uninvited company, and it’s a freaking mess because i had to move all the contents of one room into another!!!

catherine, sometimes you have to take the initiative and hang the pictures
translation: none needed.
inner response: no I don’t! not my house! not my pictures! i have no authority to put new holes in the wall! nor do i care enough! we’ll get around to it when we get around to it. geezuss. (pictures are now totally moved around and i get to go around undoing it all so she can complain about it next time she comes over…)

why do you drink out of those little beakers? do you need to measure your water in ounces?
translation: those are tacky drinking glasses. please agree with me and not eric.
inner response: i’m thirsty. these work. who f***ing cares. furthermore, it’s milliliters.

you’re going to make pasta for lunch? that’s so unhealthy. let’s go somewhere for lunch now.
translation: in an hour, no matter that you’re starving and need food immediately.
inner response: please help me god.

then to the painter: she was just going to make plain pasta!
actual response: no, i was going to cook the pasta and put sauce on it.
inner response: wtf?

the list goes on… there were about 7 comments about how much coffee i drink per cup of coffee drunk. i have had: 2 cups of coffee today. but i drink SO MUCH. because i almost always have a cup of coffee near me, apparently i drink the most coffee in the world. my veins are filled with coffee because coffee is my life essence. blood’s for ninnies.

anyway. she means well, even if in a hyperactive controling way. i just can’t take 8 straight hours, especially with no buffer. i could totally commiserate with amy, eric’s sister, except that i can’t, because amy feels my pain, but also delivers the message to the mom in an ever so harsh way, and i end up having to apologize for making her feel bad and reassure her that everything is fine…. i can’t vent to eric b/c the whole painting thing is supposed to be a surprise… alas.

crank

Bleh, so i’m a little annoyed with the e-rock for inviting his friends to come stay with us for a week starting at 10am TOMORROW, when i have had no time to recover from the hell that was studying for the bar exam. i also have the mpre part to study for next week.  i just don’t want to be on social duty 24/7. i’m sure they are lovely people, it just bothers me that he didn’t ask me how i felt about it, or care, or find out if it was an ok time for me , or anything like that. then he gets mad at me for bringing it up, and telling him that it does in fact make me uncomfortable to have to be ‘on’ for a week straight, to have my only personal space invaded by people that are total strangers to me, and to be given no say in the matter. if it were even a week later, i’d have been better with it. i’d have had time to recover from that asinine bar exam, and the death defying drive home. 

also, it seems more and more that he has friends in town that we have to hang out with, or coming to visit, or whatever, and i feel left in the dust, because i still have no friends here. not that he can’t have friends because i don’t, but last night i had to go hang out with his former students, and the only girl that was there sat and talked to eric for a freaking hour whilst completely ignoring me. she then left without paying, and we ended up with her tab. i was pissed. couldn’t do anything about it though, because we were at the scottish arms, where i work. 

whatever. i hope the rest of the table didn’t screw miah on tips. i’ll find out tonight. 

i am really cranky. also, i’m stuck working a double today. 

also, i got off tomorrow night by working a doulbe today, it is my first saturday off that i didn’t have an e-rock-event to go to since december. but that is nullified. the e-rock-event is here. for a week. goddammit. 

anyway. i just needed to vent. 

how are you doing?

with R? ?

ahhh

too much work!!!!

i miss you too!

just confuses me. he called me an “unbelievable sex partner” , we go out to dinner, talked about marriages and name changing and still.. i can’t feel this out. i wonder if it is just time to give up despite the near perfect synergy of our astrological charts.

baby is just as he was - good and a baby.

how is peaches?

confusing letters!

Crap, which one is J, I think I can guess. Do you keep changing letters? We need some solid nicknames.  Let’s all him… Shifty. Shifty and Baby. So, Shifty, huh. Any new developments with Baby? I simply worked all weekend. 

Own office? Have I mentioned yet how jealous I am? Ahh… I need such a job. More table-waiting tonight… 

thank you!!

i think it went well :)

have my own office!

now, what to do about j??? saw him on sunday. great sex. great conversation. blah.

how are you?

GOOD LUCK!

on your first day! sorry i wasn’t around over the weekend! 

weekend

maybe. will give him the weekend.

square peg, round hole

It sounds like the baby is not that… maybe it’s time to let him go?