Whiz. in Your Face

Last time I wrote was Thursday, it’s now Monday morning. Let’s see:

• I didn’t switch out the toaster oven on Thursday night because I got some more patches in the mail and I needed to create and update sale listings. That took most of the night, in between cooking and eating dinner and getting a few things tidied up.

• Friday at work was busy because it was payroll day. I finished my reports at 2pm, though, and then felt grouchy that my supervisor insisted that I NEED TO BE HERE until 5pm on Mondays because of the reports. I was doing them solo, too, because Nicole was on annual leave. I’m just being a bitch, though. It doesn’t kill me to work until 5pm two days a week, and I am a big fan of compromise, so I need to keep that in mind. She didn’t want to give me the flex schedule at all, and I wanted five days at 4pm, so really, it does seem like a reasonable place for us to meet in the middle.

• Friday night sucked. M and I did our weekend errands and somehow it took over three hours. I was really bummed about it because I was working extra hours on Saturday, and it felt like I had zero break in between.

• Saturday work was alright. The Bros (Sweet Bro and Meth Bro) called me via Facebook and we had a nice video chat, which left me very homesick and missing them. I finished work around 10:45am and scooted home.

• We went to the apartment complex egg hunt. I slugged my Dr Pepper with a huge pour of rum, and took my vape pen with me. Chilled in the sun, which was too hot and burned my forearms, and ate a little bit of food and hung out. There were spare goodie bags leftover, so Suzy gave M and I one each, because we are children. They did a fantastic job on the bags, packed full of fun toys and a few little treats.

• Saturday afternoon was M and I napping, and then doing some picking up around the apartment. The bug guys come today (Monday) and so we needed to desperately clean the apartment up and fix our fucking mess.

• Sunday was more of the cleaning and tidying and finding homes for all of the random items. I worked on the kitchen, and deep cleaned the heck out of it. Tossed shit, finally cleared a pile of random junk that M keeps next to the sink, switched out the sandwich toaster, cleared piles of crap from the floor, etc. It was a real pig sty. I am almost ready to share a before and after pic of the kitchen, actually. I took a picture of it when I was having that mental breakdown the other week, so I should go home tonight and snap pictures of it clean to show you exactly what I was dealing with. I have been kind of brave lately, and I have a couple of friends that I sent the awful before pics to, because I think it’s time to be honest and be like, “Hey, I have a problem here, but I’m working on it.” Things are definitely not okay with the way M and I keep the apartment, but we’re both acknowledging that it makes us unhappy, and we’re trying to do something about it.

• Small Victory: M let me toss out the box for the new toaster oven. It is currently in the dumpster, underneath a second box of trash that I tossed on top of it, and then the kitchen trash bag on top of that. I don’t think M is ridiculous enough to pull anything out of the dumpster, because fucking EW, but I don’t want to take chances. The dumpster would have been emptied an hour ago, anyway.

• I slept through my alarm this morning, which was upsetting but I guess not entirely surprising, given that I didn’t get to bed until 11pm and then was up at 12:30pm for a spell, and my alarm goes off at 5:45am. I don’t do well with too little sleep. As a consequence, I am at work without showering (I showered before bed, which is small comfort) and my hair is fluffy (washed it last night) and my makeup is very hastily applied, my eyelashes still sort of squashed because I slept on my face. Not the best start to the week.

• It’s another day of payroll stuff, so I hope the time passes quickly, but I am doubtful.

• My head is full of snot and cotton balls due to allergies. Living my best life here.