Well, this sucks
Sep. 17th, 2003 12:39 amI worked late last night (and then ran right out to Ceremony)
and I worked late tonight (and got a tad bit of attitude from the boss. Wondering where THAT came from.)
Thinking I'm probably going to be working late TOMORROW night, to the point where I should pack a bag for tomorrow night. (in the process of)
Honestly, it starts when I walk in the house. it's no wonder I want to stick around in the morning. There's NOONE HERE in the mornings. I'm walking in at 9:15PM, to a DARK house, tonight, to my sister and nephew asleep in the living room. The Unit preparing for bed. it's sick I say. And it drains me, knowing I can't DO anything. Then I'm told "You might have to get *the nephew* to his bus in the morning. at 7AM." (Yeah right.) My sister apparently has to work at 7AM. Then, I quest for food, and have some of what my mother made last night. THEN I hear banging and stomping. I take my bowl for some more and get treated by *GLARE* There's a mess on the stove and I'm to blame. Hello - person who CLEANED the stove last week thanks. All I did was spoon stuff into the bowl, and put it into the microwave. Then it's *sigh* I was gonna have some. I swear I DO NOTHING right. I desperately want to shop, and prepare stuff for WEEKS, so I can just come home, grab a meal, and reheat it. *sighs*
So I move my car, change and ask my mother the details of the morning. Which is interrupted by the bitch saying where I should walk him to, THEN, telling me she will take my nephew to her house, wake up her FABF, and have him take the kids to the bus (Yes, FABF's daughter - noone cares if she goes to school or not. I meant to remind my sister that FAparents who are too lazy to get up to get their kids to school get their kids taken away from them) So I, apparently, can shove it, according to my sweet sister. Hopefully, my nephew will wake me up if he needs me, and I have the ability to DRIVE him to school if need be.
So I'm trying to pack two bags, one for tomorrow and MR and one for the weekend, because I may not come home between work and club, but I really just decided to do just that. I just can't fathom trying to pick an outfit right now. It's STIFLING in my room again. I need to get up early and clean out my car's trunk While I was looking through and rearranging my pile of tights, I was DRIPPING with sweat, it's nasty. even With the short hair!
Bleh, I'm having a hard time deciding on outfits at the moment. I think that's part of it. I'll take another crack at it in the morning. I think I get what's up, and I'll plan accordingly. I hope. AND I can't find my usual makeup bag, but I think I'll just use the big one that holds everything toiletry related. I hate realizing in advance that I don't HAVE TIME to pack. How stupid is that.
*sighs*
OK I give up, I'm going to bed soon. Things WILL be different in the morning.
and I worked late tonight (and got a tad bit of attitude from the boss. Wondering where THAT came from.)
Thinking I'm probably going to be working late TOMORROW night, to the point where I should pack a bag for tomorrow night. (in the process of)
Honestly, it starts when I walk in the house. it's no wonder I want to stick around in the morning. There's NOONE HERE in the mornings. I'm walking in at 9:15PM, to a DARK house, tonight, to my sister and nephew asleep in the living room. The Unit preparing for bed. it's sick I say. And it drains me, knowing I can't DO anything. Then I'm told "You might have to get *the nephew* to his bus in the morning. at 7AM." (Yeah right.) My sister apparently has to work at 7AM. Then, I quest for food, and have some of what my mother made last night. THEN I hear banging and stomping. I take my bowl for some more and get treated by *GLARE* There's a mess on the stove and I'm to blame. Hello - person who CLEANED the stove last week thanks. All I did was spoon stuff into the bowl, and put it into the microwave. Then it's *sigh* I was gonna have some. I swear I DO NOTHING right. I desperately want to shop, and prepare stuff for WEEKS, so I can just come home, grab a meal, and reheat it. *sighs*
So I move my car, change and ask my mother the details of the morning. Which is interrupted by the bitch saying where I should walk him to, THEN, telling me she will take my nephew to her house, wake up her FABF, and have him take the kids to the bus (Yes, FABF's daughter - noone cares if she goes to school or not. I meant to remind my sister that FAparents who are too lazy to get up to get their kids to school get their kids taken away from them) So I, apparently, can shove it, according to my sweet sister. Hopefully, my nephew will wake me up if he needs me, and I have the ability to DRIVE him to school if need be.
So I'm trying to pack two bags, one for tomorrow and MR and one for the weekend, because I may not come home between work and club, but I really just decided to do just that. I just can't fathom trying to pick an outfit right now. It's STIFLING in my room again. I need to get up early and clean out my car's trunk While I was looking through and rearranging my pile of tights, I was DRIPPING with sweat, it's nasty. even With the short hair!
Bleh, I'm having a hard time deciding on outfits at the moment. I think that's part of it. I'll take another crack at it in the morning. I think I get what's up, and I'll plan accordingly. I hope. AND I can't find my usual makeup bag, but I think I'll just use the big one that holds everything toiletry related. I hate realizing in advance that I don't HAVE TIME to pack. How stupid is that.
*sighs*
OK I give up, I'm going to bed soon. Things WILL be different in the morning.