Fairly uneventful week. Jon's Jeep needs two parts, combined total $500...for a broken air conditioner that just happens to be connected to the serpentine belt, and, in essence, cause problems with the engine. I found a $50 alternative, an a/c bypass pulley, we just have to wait until the parts store has it on hand to fix the Jeep.
So I have been playing gopher for two days. Not so bad, but no wonder I was soooo tired all the time for soooo long. Example: wake up at 9 am, do dishes, throw a load of laundry into the washer, assess Jon's whining about he's going to drive it anyway (and perhaps become stranded with no hope of rescue), ignore him as he goes to let Bear out (his parents are in Missouri for a funeral), calls me, says Jeep is running rough (yep) and I tell him to get it back here so I can drive him to work. We leave at 10:30 am. I drop him off at around 11 am. I drive to Ruth's because my shift doesn't start until 12:30pm. Have nice chatty fun time until 12:15pm, head to work. Get off work at 8:20pm-ish. Pick up Jon at around 9pm. Drive home. Jon makes dinner. Jon drives to let Bear out again...oh, and buy Bear a $1 hamburger at McDonald's because, of course, he's gone on a hunger strike as he always does when Jon's parents leave on a trip. I am still doing laundry but am currently managing to sit on my ass...it is now 10:38 pm...so, yep, I am tired.
It's really too bad Bear is a fear-biter. He was never properly socialized with other animals, otherwise, I'd just dog-nap him and dog sit like I do for Sadie. But, no, he has to want to kill other animals because he's so terrified. He wouldn't have to be alone for such long intervals, and he'd have lots of happy animal friends when the people aren't home. Poor guy. I feel bad for him. He always quits eating, and essentially, drinking, when Patti and Bob leave.
Also, Patti and Bob left to attend Patti's father's funeral. They arrive to discover that, somehow, the funeral isn't being held until Saturday, which makes it impossible for her to attend after they have drive all that distance. The funeral director claims that "it takes time to let family know and arrange things." I think the guy is just incompetent. As far as I've ever experienced (and I've had quite a few family members die), family notifies family, and funerals generally take place 3 days after a death. Not always, but, its usually soon. No one wants to delay these things because of their unpleasant nature. He was an old man in a nursing home, its not like he was 8 years old and was quite suddenly struck by a car.
I think we should take Patti out to a movie or something. I feel really awful for her. I can't imagine having to miss my father's funeral because of someone else's thoughtlessness.
Having bizarre PMS issues. A week or so of symptoms, unpleasant ones, like cramps, and nothing. I am actually really dreading the start of the thing more than I usually dread it. Not helping with the tired feeling.
Well, off to the shower. Water should be good and hot after a load of laundry.
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Saturday, January 7, 2012
Thursday, November 17, 2011
My hormones talk, I think
It doesn't often happen, but I am puzzled as to what course of action I should take.
My check engine light continues to stay on, sigh, and I should have it checked out. However, this is the pay period with the big bills and not much money left over so I don't know what to do if the guys are all like, uh, you need a HUGE EXPENSIVE THINGY!!!! Besides the "hey, you still need a new timing chain" yeah, I know...its like over a thousand dollars that I find impossible to save but not for lack of trying. We need so many things.
Jon literally has two pairs of underwear and I have one pair of pants. While I do tend to buy clothes at places like the Salvation Army I am increasingly disgusted by the number of Cadillac and Lexus owners who apparently buy everything worth taking that might be of use to someone with less money. I think they should request to view pay stubs before allowing admittance. Sorry, if you can drive a Lexus and still manage to eat and make house payments, then you don't need to shop there.
So I suppose I should bite the bullet and ask to borrow money from my parents, which I really really don't want to do. I'm an adult, and I don't want to run crying to Mom because I can't cough up 1200 bucks to maintain my car, but looks like I'm going to have to do just that. In the summer, this wouldn't be as much of an issue, but of course, I saw damned snowflakes today and that means the furnace must eat gas.
Also I want Jon to have a Jeep. Yes, I do. I am tired of running his butt around and the extra mileage on my car. It won't save any gas but I will be a happier me and Jon will be a happier he. He is tired of relying on a combination of me and his parents to get him to and from work because of car sharing. I thought he wanted to sell his old Fender on Ebay to help with this but he says he worries that if he does that, then he has nothing really valuable left to sell if we get in a bad spot. So, who knows? It's his and therefore, it is up to him. And its not bad logic. He'd have would have had to sell it if he hadn't gotten hired at Burger King by now.
Maybe TSC will spit out the tax forms early this coming January. That'd be nice. That $1000 was really handy last spring what with car insurance being due and Jon not working. Of course we file jointly now and I have no idea when Jon would get his form.
Jon is having small panic attacks daily. His district manager is working all shifts for two weeks. This is day three. He is soooo worried about getting fired that I don't even know what that would do to his mental health at this point. He says the best thing about working is not sitting around wondering what he's going to do all day and how we are going to eat...but the worst thing is the fear that that could be taken away. And, of course, he tells me corporate is coming in tomorrow to fix something and if you look at them funny or do something wrong, you're history. I tend to think he's over reacting, but I've never worked at a job in fast food so I can't argue effectively. So we shall see how all of this goes.
Thanksgiving is next week. How....odd. I don't feel like a holiday is imminent. I have no plans. I imagine I shall wait for Jon to get home from work. He still doesn't have a schedule for next week.
Hmmm....someone is outside...probably looking for Jon, who is at work. Yep. Dave. While I like most of Jon's friends, sometimes I get tired of seeing them. Oh, its not that they are rude or refuse to leave, nothing like that, but could we just have a day when Dave, Levon, or Shane can just pretend we don't exist? I'm sure we actually do have those days, once or twice a week...seems like it should be more often. I dunno...maybe since I am rarely at home I value my time there more highly than I should. Or, well, I don't mind as much if I am drinking, because I rarely have much to say to any of these fellows because they are playing Magic, mostly, or jabbering relentlessly about Call of Duty and frankly I am bored...and if its a subject on which I am not bored, then I apparently have such odd points of view (especially concerning religion) that I can too easily offend. I am blunt but I have never insulted anyone's religion. I have friends of many religions so I don't understand why talking about this subject should be taboo. To me, its like saying "I like nachos." and then someone disagreeing and saying "I don't like nachos." And yet another person saying, "Nachos are good with green pepper...." Meh, I guess I'm weird.
I am rambling. I am sure this is PMS, but as always, unless it hits me in the head, I don't really know. I am restless and emotional for no particular reason. I want vodka and Pepsi...yes, in that order. It is winter and I become a seasonal drinker. I drink to be warm and to combat stress from horrible holiday shoppers. No, I don't mix the two, I sort of do something awful and chug the vodka directly from the bottle then chase it with a sip of Pepsi...Jon used to shake his head at me and say this was so horrible and that I was going to become an alcoholic, this was years ago. Now, he says, hell, if the bills are all paid and we have food and gas, go ahead and buy the vodka! I think he realizes that I really do limit myself even if it doesn't seem like I do. I rarely am hungover despite drinking a fifth in three days. I would be too whiny at work if I were hungover.
My check engine light continues to stay on, sigh, and I should have it checked out. However, this is the pay period with the big bills and not much money left over so I don't know what to do if the guys are all like, uh, you need a HUGE EXPENSIVE THINGY!!!! Besides the "hey, you still need a new timing chain" yeah, I know...its like over a thousand dollars that I find impossible to save but not for lack of trying. We need so many things.
Jon literally has two pairs of underwear and I have one pair of pants. While I do tend to buy clothes at places like the Salvation Army I am increasingly disgusted by the number of Cadillac and Lexus owners who apparently buy everything worth taking that might be of use to someone with less money. I think they should request to view pay stubs before allowing admittance. Sorry, if you can drive a Lexus and still manage to eat and make house payments, then you don't need to shop there.
So I suppose I should bite the bullet and ask to borrow money from my parents, which I really really don't want to do. I'm an adult, and I don't want to run crying to Mom because I can't cough up 1200 bucks to maintain my car, but looks like I'm going to have to do just that. In the summer, this wouldn't be as much of an issue, but of course, I saw damned snowflakes today and that means the furnace must eat gas.
Also I want Jon to have a Jeep. Yes, I do. I am tired of running his butt around and the extra mileage on my car. It won't save any gas but I will be a happier me and Jon will be a happier he. He is tired of relying on a combination of me and his parents to get him to and from work because of car sharing. I thought he wanted to sell his old Fender on Ebay to help with this but he says he worries that if he does that, then he has nothing really valuable left to sell if we get in a bad spot. So, who knows? It's his and therefore, it is up to him. And its not bad logic. He'd have would have had to sell it if he hadn't gotten hired at Burger King by now.
Maybe TSC will spit out the tax forms early this coming January. That'd be nice. That $1000 was really handy last spring what with car insurance being due and Jon not working. Of course we file jointly now and I have no idea when Jon would get his form.
Jon is having small panic attacks daily. His district manager is working all shifts for two weeks. This is day three. He is soooo worried about getting fired that I don't even know what that would do to his mental health at this point. He says the best thing about working is not sitting around wondering what he's going to do all day and how we are going to eat...but the worst thing is the fear that that could be taken away. And, of course, he tells me corporate is coming in tomorrow to fix something and if you look at them funny or do something wrong, you're history. I tend to think he's over reacting, but I've never worked at a job in fast food so I can't argue effectively. So we shall see how all of this goes.
Thanksgiving is next week. How....odd. I don't feel like a holiday is imminent. I have no plans. I imagine I shall wait for Jon to get home from work. He still doesn't have a schedule for next week.
Hmmm....someone is outside...probably looking for Jon, who is at work. Yep. Dave. While I like most of Jon's friends, sometimes I get tired of seeing them. Oh, its not that they are rude or refuse to leave, nothing like that, but could we just have a day when Dave, Levon, or Shane can just pretend we don't exist? I'm sure we actually do have those days, once or twice a week...seems like it should be more often. I dunno...maybe since I am rarely at home I value my time there more highly than I should. Or, well, I don't mind as much if I am drinking, because I rarely have much to say to any of these fellows because they are playing Magic, mostly, or jabbering relentlessly about Call of Duty and frankly I am bored...and if its a subject on which I am not bored, then I apparently have such odd points of view (especially concerning religion) that I can too easily offend. I am blunt but I have never insulted anyone's religion. I have friends of many religions so I don't understand why talking about this subject should be taboo. To me, its like saying "I like nachos." and then someone disagreeing and saying "I don't like nachos." And yet another person saying, "Nachos are good with green pepper...." Meh, I guess I'm weird.
I am rambling. I am sure this is PMS, but as always, unless it hits me in the head, I don't really know. I am restless and emotional for no particular reason. I want vodka and Pepsi...yes, in that order. It is winter and I become a seasonal drinker. I drink to be warm and to combat stress from horrible holiday shoppers. No, I don't mix the two, I sort of do something awful and chug the vodka directly from the bottle then chase it with a sip of Pepsi...Jon used to shake his head at me and say this was so horrible and that I was going to become an alcoholic, this was years ago. Now, he says, hell, if the bills are all paid and we have food and gas, go ahead and buy the vodka! I think he realizes that I really do limit myself even if it doesn't seem like I do. I rarely am hungover despite drinking a fifth in three days. I would be too whiny at work if I were hungover.
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