Stupid Mind

Woke up at 1 am. For no apparent reason.

Now my mind won't shut off.

Of course.

Thinking of dumb shit that makes no sense to worry about such as:

I have a Purina PO on my INRs...that has been there since April...and I never got this feed order. Have emailed and faxed various and sundry people to no avail.  Bothers me, obviously. Does no good to worry about it.

The title for Jon's Jeep has never arrived and his temporary tags are near their expiration.  Since I don't have a title and it was bought from an out of state dealership....how do we go about plating/registering it?  I would think since we paid dealership fees to do so...it would be on their end (except for the plates)  but I don't know. The Secretary of State's website is unhelpful.  The Secretary of State has very limited hours and if I work, or Jon does, it makes it very impossible to get there before they close so merits time off work to take care of shit, which is ridiculous (one of the things I hate about having regular day hours).  Again, why worry?  We haven't driven it in ages because of another issue.

Jon's "new" Jeep gets anywhere from 10-20 pounds of oil pressure (wayyyyy too low) and we need to take apart oil pan/replace oil pump, and perhaps rear main seal (this will hopefully fix it) but what if it doesn't?  What if its just knackered?  I guess we drive it until it explodes and think about replacing the engine.

What if those creepy guys who came and looked at the Sunfire come back?  They got the key to turn, and they know how to replace steering columns, apparently.  It's not my car.  Shane said "Sell it to them."..but the guys didn't want to pay our asking price of $300 which is entirely still reasonable for a running car that needs a new ignition switch, muffler (or more of the exhaust)  and the bumper situation figured out. 

Today is Jon's birthday. I didn't get him anything. Why? Because he was supposed to make me a list of possible wants (he wants so many things I find it hard to keep track and am horrible at remembering names of video games) and he never did. Also, I don't really have lots of cash on hand at the moment since I get paid this Friday...meaning pretty much broke.  I feel bad about this. He got me something I really wanted for mine and I love it.  I guess I don't have tons of things that I want that are practical and are affordable so it was easy for him to remember what it was I wanted.

Jon's boss is giving him grief (as always) and a write up for missing work last Friday and not calling.  He fell asleep on the kitchen floor because our house was incredibly hot due to no electricity, didn't hear his alarm or his dad calling when he came to pick him up. (I am able to take/pick him up Mon-Wed...but Thurs and Fri can only pick him up.)  The VP and President of the company were okay with him missing work (he talked to both of them and apologized for missing) then this douche bag foreman tells Jon that Hanaway (the President) took it "personally that you missed work with no notice."  Umm...sure...that guy must have hurt feelings a LOT if he takes it personally that people miss work.  And, after being written up, the foreman asks Jon where that piece of paper is that he was given. Jon told him he threw it away.  The foreman wanted to CHANGE INFO on the PAPER after the fact!  What?  Also, Jon found out that punishment for being written up three times for the same infraction is an unpaid day off....wow...so yeah, they are really worried about him missing work without notice.  At my work, you are FIRED for three no call/no shows. FIRED. No write ups. No anything. Just BAM! FIRED!  Also, Jon works with a known heroin addict and a guy who is always sloshed at work and drinks WHILE at work....ummm...yeah...does the company also take that personally?  The foreman is clearly on a power trip.  Jon isn't the only person who has issues with him, but he's the one the foreman has taken a distinct dislike to.

Also, what do I do if my cat isn't out of antibiotics by Friday?  Which is when we are leaving for Ohio (or maybe Saturday, depends, really on how we feel).  Do I really think my mother in law can handle medicating said vicious patient?  No.  What do I do if cat's snotty gross nose doesn't go away even after the full course of antibiotics (this is round 3 and she is 15 and thin, too thin at the moment)?  I have been buying her special kitty-fattening (meaning canned food) to entice her to eat more. Last vet visit she weighed 8 lbs...down from 10...that's a lot of weight for a cat to lose.  She loves this.  Do I think my mother in law is going to be able to handle feeding fluffy cat canned food AND medication...and putting out separate dry food for the FAT kitty? No.  Who else could do this?  Ruth could. But Ruth is going to the UP to see her family...so who else?  Shane? No. Shane is currently already working 2 jobs and has no time for anything.  Levon?  Don't know.  He's a drunk. He's also kicked out of his house because he's an atheist and is living out of different people's houses/his car.    Mother in law then....with lots of instructions, I suppose.  Don't know if she's ever medicated a cat before.  It's not for the weak hearted. Jon is miserable at even just holding the cat in a towel for me so I actually find it easier to hold down the cat and squirt the shit down her throat myself. Sure, I get clawed once in a while, but  he's so  horrible at holding her I actually get injured less without him.  Wish I could drop her off somewhere but I don't know that many people. I also don't want to stress her out while her body is already stressed and trying to heal, so taking her along to my parent's house really is out of the question...5 hour drive...two dogs...then being locked up while somewhere new.

Jon broke his phone. On purpose again. This pisses me off.  Why? Because he was having a bad day, arguing with me over something valid, but that we were working on resolving and someone was blowing up his phone with texts and calls. Constantly. Like every minute or two. Which would piss me off as well but I'd just turn off the phone or tell them to fucking quit bugging me and I'll call them when I feel like it.  So now instead of just calling him and asking if he needs a ride to work, I first have to come home to see if he's home then back track if he's not. Annoying. Time consuming. Ridiculous.  Although, to his credit, he did call and let me know yesterday from his dad's phone...I just fucking didn't check my messages in time because I have to turn my ringer off at work so I never think about checking the phone later. My fault and one of Jon's pet peeves with me.  It is nice not having Jon's phone ring a zillion times a night, though.  Peaceful.  But, of course he now doesn't have any phone numbers again and will have to run around to find out things...which is hard on the gas money.  If gas was cheaper it would bug me less.

And none of these things are things I can seemingly do anything about...which is why, I suppose I am awake thinking about them instead of sleeping.  I'm a do it and get it over with person. Not a we'll see person.  Which makes me a little annoyed at Jon for letting this dropping of the oil pan/replacing oil pump thing drag on.  I do understand though. He's worried he won't be able to do it himself.  So if he doesn't want to do it himself we need to save up some cash to pay to have it done.  Which we are saving up some cash...for something anyway, just accumulates quite slowly.