For some reason, I am just OVER IT.
All of it.
Its Friday, I hear ya, and Thank Geebus Its Mother Fuckin Friday, and all I've done is BITCH all week, but I'm over the whole lot of this shit.
I walk in as some bitch is ringing the bell, sit down to log in, she is talking at me like I'm the retarded kid that somehow snuck onto the normal bus, and she has a resume 10 years old to offer.
Fuck you, where is my coffee, sit cho 1982 suit in that chair and wait for me to tell you what to do. No, I don't want to hear about your grandkids you retired for, I'm going to find someone who can get you a job so you can stop talking to me RIGHT THIS SECOND I MEAN NOW SHUT YOUR TRAP.
So my computer comes up and Boss has sent an email saying "I appreciate that your workload has tremendously increased and I am sensitive to that, but why isn't this fuckass project that pisses us both off every week not completely off the radar yet??"
I went to the back and let my WillBeAfterThePromotionBoss know that I understand that asking these questions is appropriate and even that she needed to ask it in email to be sure she didn't forget to ask... but when its a project she rips from me on a weekly basis, and I told her WEDNESDAY that she trumped my normal routine by sitting Bright Eyes at my desk to fill out paperwork for 2 hours and that she could ONCE AGAIN do this project clean up... well, to have the first thing in your inbox say "I'm trying to be nice, but why haven't you done your job this week?" isn't a way to get me liking my day. "FYI, for when you are my manager, give it maybe TEN MINUTES before you give me something like that". She laughed, then coughed hard, then looked at me and said she thinks she is getting sick. I haven't left my desk since, and the hand sanitizer is in my back pocket to spray on ANYTHING she may have touched in the HOUR before I got to it.
Oh, and I'm going to be changing my work schedule. I have too much shit to get done by noon and getting here at 9am isn't helping a damn thing. And I like having the house to myself when I wake up, but to have the last 15 minutes be filled with the jabberjaw of the roomie over the HOWL of her dog while I'm trying to not stab myself in the eye with my mascara wand... well, kinda kills the joy of the 20 minute super hot shower of bliss. If I tell the girls I'll be here at 8am, then I can leave at 5pm, or stay until 6pm and clock overtime without being here all night... or leave at 5pm!!!!!! That will give me at least 2 hours at home at night to have the place (read:KITCHEN) to myself before roomie comes home.
I figure it this way - I HATE waking up anyway, doesn't matter when I do it. Lets build a life that works instead of one where I am constantly pissy, angry, disgruntled, on edge, tired, draggen ass... or at least a life when I can be like that but have more evening hours to get over it.
Did I tell you I went to Costco for lunch yesterday??? Took the sister on a whirlwind tour and came out light $250. I have SO MUCH GOOD FOOD I had to have my sister take a BUNCH so it wouldn't go bad. And I got lots of vitamins. And some new running, thats right RUNNING, shoes with brand new cushy socks to go with them. Oh, and some cool hair products =)
So my plan for the weekend is to prep myself so that next week has absolutely no resemblance to this week. I'm going to come in and catch up on work, cook lots of healthy food and make my own frozen dinners, set my alarm so I'm out of the house before the Bark Breggade comes home, get to the fucking beach and enjoy the SIGHTS of it instead of just the SOUNDS thru my bedroom window, and maybe if Flo is done being a vindictive bitch by then I'll see how long it takes to get to the peir and back in my new shoes.
Oh, and Bright Eyes is talking sushi, so I'll fit that in somewhere.