Sonovabeyatch
Aug. 1st, 2004 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiamatladyThe Unit has just arrived home, to eff up my nice day. At least she didn't bitch about how hot it is in here, she just turned on the A/C. I'd had it on, but it got kinda cold. I'm now in my room, which is sweltering.
She announces that, after saying she can't afford it and doesn't know what she wants, she has "impulse" purchased a Mini-van, the same brand she's been looking at (don't ask me what it is, I don't know.) It is apparently the cheapest one with a sunroof, but it's not the color she wanted (it's black, not blue) and she did the whole thing Saturday, and is picking it up tomorrow.
I don't know why this makes me angry, but it does. She's been complaining about money, and has two years left on her car, which she's been trying to tell ME I should buy from her (hell no, the Saturn propaganda worked, I want myself that LS300, her car simply wouldn't do.) Now she has a five year plus note, on a car that she said she "liked OK." There's a bitchfest in my future about it, I can tell.
I used this minute to instruct her she needs to make up her damn mind about whether or not I'm buying this condo. AGAIN, it's on ME to decide what to do. Yes she'll sell it to me, but it's ME that's not ready. I told her if I DO buy it she has to get the hell OUT.
I wonder how much stuff I could have done today KNOWING she wouldn't be coming home, and I could have worked in the A/C'd living room? I'm literally now DYING in my room, from the heat in here. I would clean the kitchen and living room, stretch and steam clean the rug, and just clean everything - the closet gives me the WILLIES how disgusting it might be in there.
Well, she's going to be hoist on her own petard. I'm calling over to my old client tomorrow, to talk to the legal guy there. I'm going to start researching what she said. Maybe by my birthday I can have an answer to what I'd need, and whap her with it. THEN I have to DO what I need to do. Seriously considering NOT having a social life for August, except what I've planned for my B-Day and ManRay, and getting that paperwork done that needs doing. IF I can not work til after nine at night (which ISN'T happening til THURSDAY for Christ's sake!)
ARGH!
I'm shutting off my brain. I'm getting a sandwich, printing my bills, and going to bed, soon.
I'm frustrated with how there seems to be too many things rolling about at once.
She announces that, after saying she can't afford it and doesn't know what she wants, she has "impulse" purchased a Mini-van, the same brand she's been looking at (don't ask me what it is, I don't know.) It is apparently the cheapest one with a sunroof, but it's not the color she wanted (it's black, not blue) and she did the whole thing Saturday, and is picking it up tomorrow.
I don't know why this makes me angry, but it does. She's been complaining about money, and has two years left on her car, which she's been trying to tell ME I should buy from her (hell no, the Saturn propaganda worked, I want myself that LS300, her car simply wouldn't do.) Now she has a five year plus note, on a car that she said she "liked OK." There's a bitchfest in my future about it, I can tell.
I used this minute to instruct her she needs to make up her damn mind about whether or not I'm buying this condo. AGAIN, it's on ME to decide what to do. Yes she'll sell it to me, but it's ME that's not ready. I told her if I DO buy it she has to get the hell OUT.
I wonder how much stuff I could have done today KNOWING she wouldn't be coming home, and I could have worked in the A/C'd living room? I'm literally now DYING in my room, from the heat in here. I would clean the kitchen and living room, stretch and steam clean the rug, and just clean everything - the closet gives me the WILLIES how disgusting it might be in there.
Well, she's going to be hoist on her own petard. I'm calling over to my old client tomorrow, to talk to the legal guy there. I'm going to start researching what she said. Maybe by my birthday I can have an answer to what I'd need, and whap her with it. THEN I have to DO what I need to do. Seriously considering NOT having a social life for August, except what I've planned for my B-Day and ManRay, and getting that paperwork done that needs doing. IF I can not work til after nine at night (which ISN'T happening til THURSDAY for Christ's sake!)
ARGH!
I'm shutting off my brain. I'm getting a sandwich, printing my bills, and going to bed, soon.
I'm frustrated with how there seems to be too many things rolling about at once.
