Friday morning vent

I swear, I think Sweetie had PMS last night. (Disclaimer: He's spent the past four days coming home to work on a very frustrating home improvement job, so I understand he's probably beyond wiped out. Still....)

Okay, so anyway. He calls me at like 6:30 saying he's on his way, and we talk about dinner. I say I am tired and have little food in the apt. since we are away this weekend, so let's just go to this little spot around the corner and grab a quick bite. He agrees. We hang up and I go get ready while he drives over.

He comes in, flops down and says, "Do you really want to go out?" Yes, in fact, I do, unless you want Ellio's pizza or cup o' soup. Work sucks, I've spent this week unpacking, doing laundry, cooking, repacking, and my mom and dad are on their way to euthanize my cat as we speak. I believe I could stand a burger and a beer, okay?

After much hemming and hawing, he agrees to go to TGI Fridays. It's not the nice little spot around the corner, but okay. Fine. By this point, I don't care. We get there, I see the girlfriend of a past hookup (Hello, Awkward Moment, nice to meet you!) and we sit down. I say I might order a chicken quesadilla, since I am not up for a whole entree. He replies, "eew, those are nasty." Well, thanks, penis, I so want to eat something you think is [insert grossed out face] nasty.

So I order shrimp. We eat. We go home and watch TV. When it's time to go to bed, he curls his arm around me, and I reach up and put my hand on his. He literally snaps at me, "Don't grab my hand like that. I have a cut there." Like I knew. Thanks. Thanks for snapping at me just before I go to sleep.

Ugh. If I didn't love him, I'd be truly pissed at his pissiness. As it stands, I am annoyed. I suppose we are all entitled to it now and again.

/Vent.

I swear men have a sixth sense

They know when you're off limits, and they sniff you out like a freaking canine.

Office Hottie and my ex-fiance (the good ex) just both emailed me, asking how I am doing. What is this.....Men From my Past week? Do I give off some vibe that has everything with testes in a 50 mile radius checking on me? Should I also expect a call from the guy I hooked up with in '99 who calls me to ask if we can hook up again every 6 months, even though he's married? Geez.

But I still love my Sweetie.

Confessions of a fruit loop

I had a doctor's appt. for my anxiety symptoms last night. HA! Couldn't have been a more fitting day. After a long appointment that consisted of about 30 minutes of waiting, having the male nurse touch my naked breast in an attempt to attach the EKG strips (Yea, right), being stuck twice in unsuccessful attempts to get my blood, I left with less time than I needed for my night and a prescription for Xanax. Lovely.

I get home, chat with Sweetie on the phone, start looking for a suit I like for my interview Tuesday and can't find it. Knowing time is running short because the bank will be closing, I feel myself start to tense up. My fingers get numb, my breathing quickens, and I start to lose focus. It sucks.

So Sweetie and I are chatting on AIM, and I'm getting annoyed from the lingering situation with this weekend. He seems to be ignoring me in favor of talking to her (as has been the case since Saturday, and I'm more than mildly annoyed), so I tell him I've had enough of the situation and I have to go and I sign off. I never do this, so I expect him to call me and ask what's wrong. He doesn't.

I go to the bank and just barely make it home. My anxiety level is so high that you could probably feel the tension in my skin if you touched me. I'm not liking what's happening to my body here.

A few hours and several loads of laundry later, I take a bath and sip a glass of wine, and my body is calming down. I'm guessing that prescription for Xanax will probably be a good idea.

I must admit. I feel like a fruit loop.

Sick, tired, and frustrated

Sweetie is at the wedding, and as luck would have it, I am on the verge of getting some kind of major illness. I thought it was a hangover from the multiple martinis I drank last night on the deck, but once the lingering nausea and dizziness from that wore off, a more sinister bug set in.

I'm now plagued with that icky, sweaty feeling you get when you're sick, along with the beginnings of a sore throat and just an overall feeling that I'm getting something flu-like. Not pretty, especially considering I have to drive into the city at freaking 2am to pick up Sweetie.

Now that the wedding day is here, I can rest a little easier. This week has been so tense that, sick or not, 2am drive or not, I am just happy to have this bullshit over with. It taught me a lot about loyalty, compromise, and the nature of true love and friendship.

When it rains, it pours.

I had my review this morning. It went as badly as possible without her firing me on the spot.

Clearly my boss just dislikes me. It's definitely personal, because when I asked for examples of work issues, she had none. She was basically telling me everything she hates about me. I gave it right back to her, and I told her how I heard her talking about my tongue ring and how that was inappropriate and I should have gone to HR because it was discriminatory and all kinds of stuff. She said the tongue piercing was unprofessional and insinuated it had something to do with my interview for the job I didn't get but of course never outright said it.

She pretty much sat there and took it when I said all the tongue ring stuff because she knows I am right. She discriminated against me, and I could argue that so easily since she specifically mentioned it in conjunction with the interview. She also told me several people approached her about it, and I was like, "This is a classic case of Mind Your Own Business. If you don't like it, don't pierce your tongue. But really, this has nothing to do with my position or the respect I feel like I deserve."

Also, Sweetie and I just had lunch. I think he's okay...he just needed to cool down from last night or whatever. He's still a little distant, but he sees how upset I am, so he kind of put it aside I think. I just want to get through this weekend, and I think everything will be okay. We are helping his mom pack up the truck for vacation tonight. She leaves tomorrow and we'll arrive Wednesday. It's so what I need.

It's the weekend, boyyyeeeee

Yes, I've been watching too much of the Surreal Life.

Anyway, I'm about to get ready to go to lunch with Sweetie and then pick up Classy at the airport. We're going to rock this town tonight. WOOHOO.

Last night rocked. Sweetie and I went out to a nice Italian dinner and had a blast sampling the wines and chowing down on the yummy grub. Then we came back here and I fell asleep for a bit. Woke in time to go to bed...

Ok, I'm going to get dressed now! Ciao!