Sick of Being Silent.....

G'morning Kids & Porn Stars.... TGIF! I am so happy it’s Friday and only for 1 reason. It means I get to sleep in late for the next two days. I need sleep. I am craving sleep. It’s all I want in life right now. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am sleeping until 7:20/7:30 every morning when I know I HAVE to leave for work no later than 8AM. Work is ridiculously busy…. I am trying to meet my #’s with what seems like NO help from my boss. I am busting my ass so that he can take home his 45.5% sales commission and I still get the same small pay that doesn’t even afford me to live on my own. How special for me. Then, my “friend” Splinky keeps calling me and e-mailing me. OK, while you all know I didn’t have the best time in Florida. It wasn’t completely because I was sick. It was partly because the original plan was to lounge on the beach or by the pool, read and relax. Then he got the idea that we should go down to the Keys for a night or two. The day before I am set to go, he calls me and says, “There are really no places to stay since it’s the tail end of Spring Break. Most places are booked or really expensive.” $100 a night is expensive? He who is bragging that his bonus from work will be MORE THAN I MAKE IN A YEAR?? So, it was back to lounging. But noooo, he wanted to walk everywhere in the freaking heat when I was sick. Friday we walked (definitely more than a mile). Stopping along the way in stores because they had AC. 1) I was sick and going in and out of AC was not helping. 2) I was drenched with sweat from walking the heat that was supposedly all shaded areas. So wasn’t. 3) All I wanted to do was lay around and this wasn’t making for a relaxing time. If I wanted to do a walking tour, I would have gone to Greece with the girls from work. I was told the beach was less than a mile from his apartment. So not true. The first night he told me I should walk – it was his suggestion that I don’t rent a car because everything was so close. Then he tells me that cabs are about $15 a pop. So, I was basically stuck at his apartment until he got home. But then he didn’t want to drive anywhere because he didn’t want to pay for parking. I never got to see Miami. If I even thought about checking my e-mail I was made to feel bad that I wasn’t spending the time paying attention to him. Every time I got dressed, I felt like I was getting the once over about my outfit. (Like I don't feel bad enough about my appearance, now I have to answer to him about what I am wearing and feel eyes burning a hole through my outfit??? There is nothing worse then having someone make you feel like shit and belittle you. There really isn't. No, we REALLY DON'T have blinking red arrow traffic lights up here! Do you really need to second guess everything I say or try to one up me on all of my stories? Did I really need to hear how much you hate The Bunny? No.) It’s Florida, so I wore my flip flops a lot. We went to dinner one night and he said, “Flip flops??” Then casually mentioned they might not let me stay to eat because of my shoes. (What, was he wearing Armani shorts that I wasn’t aware of??) On top of all this, I had enough of his sarcastic comments about my relationships with “B” and “Harrison.” “What, do you think he’s really going to marry you??,” he would say about “B.” Then he would make comments as though he knows me better than I know myself. There are very, very few people that know me that well and he is not one of them. So, just as Mama Dukes said, I came back probably more stressed then when I left. And here I am, end of month, and my boss is REALLY stressing me out about our “#’s.” Argh. Then Splinky decides to call me and e-mail me with nasty messages about how I “got him sick,” how he “hopes I get it back just as bad as he has it,” how he can’t believe “how sick” he is and it’s all my fault. How f**king rude can you be? Maybe it’ll turn into dysentery and you’ll poop your insides out! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! To top things completely off, I had a conversation with “B” the other day and did a little research. Twisted Tea has 5 points per bottle on the Weight Watchers scale. I could drink 6 in one sitting. That’s 30 points! No FREAKING wonder I haven’t been able to lose weight!! If I drink 12 the whole weekend, that’s 60 points!!!! I am so going back to wine. ASAP.
Thank God it’s Friday.
Thank God I haven’t received any more rude e-mails or voicemails.
Thank God I can go home and relax for two whole days.
Thank God it’s the end of the month and I don’t have to worry about #’s again for another 31 whole days.
Thank God it’s already the afternoon because I just want to go home, curl up in a ball and read my book in my jammies. (I don’t even want to drink tonight!!!)
Thank God I am going to see “B” tomorrow. I wish I could see “Harrison” too at too at some point this weekend, but he is going to be working all weekend. Boooo.
Thank God Mama Dukes is working tomorrow. LOL.
I’m off like a dirty shirt. 10-4 over and out.