Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Feels like Punch You in the Face

Today doesn't feel like suicide. It feels like Punch You in the Face. Not you, the reader... The BF, more so.

At times I can have the most stressful job on the planet. Other times, it can be the easiest, most slack 8 hours; It all depends on which position I've been scheduled for. The particular position I've been scheduled for, for the next 2 weeks is AD. I'm not going to tell you what my job is, or what AD stands for, but trust me, it's fucking difficult to do and the person who was trained to do it before me used to cry every night at the end of her shift. She'd feel terrible and bake everybody delicious goodies to make up for it. She's not around anymore.

So the day begins with me missing my bus because I took too long getting ready this morning. I have a car, so I drive to work. I park in the pay-lot (that's all there is where I work) and I put in the money to pay for a day of parking. One of the tickets gets stuck in the machine and won't come out. I tried everything, even pliers, to get the damn thing out. I ended up leaving there and wasting a dollar.

I arrive to work 15 minutes late and already it's fucking started. Toronto is calling, they need this, that and the other thing, half the staff has no idea what the fuck is going on. Whatever. We get though it, like always.

The day goes by fine enough. I had a very relaxing and well-deserved lunch break. The last 3 hours of my shift we're boarderline hell, however.

Phone rings.
Hey, can you find this for me?
Phone rings.
Hey can you ingest this for me?
Phone rings.
Hey, where is that stuff I asked for?
Phone rings.
Hey, has this come in for me yet?
Phone rings.
Hey, has this person called yet?
Phone rings.
Hey, can you fix this mistake I found?
Phone rings.
Hey, did you know about this thing that's happening?
It's fucking never-ending!
I am a yes-man! Yes, I can find that, do this, fix that, help you... with every one of your specific wishes and needs!

The next 3 weekends in a row I'll be traveling to a different city to meet with old friends and to shop! I'm really excited! Like I said, my best friends don't even live in the same city as me. I phoned the BF to ask him to make arrangement with his friends for us to stay with them for one night while we're passing through to visit some of my friends. He said he would.

I also asked him if he could wash some dishes before I got home from work. I asked if he could at least wash half because we currently have no cutlery, no plates, or bowls, or glasses, or pots or pans... ect. I told him I'm having a busy day and when I get home I'm going to be starving and I want to make supper, but we don't have any clean dishes to make food. And if we wash them together when I get home, we won't be eating until 10 o'clock.

He got upset. He whined. He bitched.

I pleaded. I got angry. I gave up.

He gets off work at 4:30 and I get off at 7:15.
He gets home from work at 5:00 and I get home from work at 7:30.

That is 2 and a half hours where he can at least help out a little, you know?

I got home at 7:30 and turned on the hot water and started washing. At 9:00pm I was finished. The BF dried the dishes. He also swept the kitchen floor and scooped the kitty litter and took out the trash. He did this without asking. The only reason why he did this without asking is because he knew I was mad at him. He can't stand it when I'm mad at him. I use this to my advantage.

It's just so aggravating that he couldn't spend 20 or 30 minutes to wash some of the dishes that were needed so I could start supper when I got home so we weren't eating at fucking 10 o'clock! I didn't even make supper.

The BF offered and I declined. He's a terrible cook. He asked me what I was going to make then, and I told him he could fucking starve for all I cared because I wasn't making him anything to eat. I'm so hungry right now, but the kitchen is so clean, I don't really want to dirty any dishes. I guess I'll just wait until breakfast tomorrow, if I even have time to eat breakfast tomorrow morning.

All I really want right now is to punch that whiny baby I call a boyfriend in the fucking face.

1 comment:

  1. Hey sweets,

    We all have really bad days. Sometimes they come consecutively. Work can be tough. I have says where I cry after. If your job isn't what you want to do in life, maybe a change is in order.

    I get the feeling the BF is a big problem. Again, a change perhaps?

    Remember, no matter how far into life you are, how deep your heels are dug in, it's never too late to make a change.

    I've been feeling pretty down in the dumps too lately. I like have someone who i can connect with.

    I'm sending you good thoughts!!