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I didn't have allergy problems when I was in D.C.

But I come back and I'm sneezing and dry eyes up the ying yang.

I go to work and find the parking lot empty Monday.

And then I realize its past Apr 15, thas when all the CPA's clear out, or at least cut back their hours.

I came home on my bday. It felt like 11pm, but it was only 9pm here.

So I went to Macaroni and got my Milano pasta I love so much for 'dinner'.

All I did was eat junk food on the plane.

And I have a lot left over. Ugh. This is how I got so fat.

But the period is coming soon so those cravings will be satisfied I guess.

I feel like I can't fit into my pants that I fit into before my vacation a week ago.

Speaking of period and hormones....

Its another one of those days at work where the boss is driving me nuts.

Its like the only time of month I have opinions about things and share them just to get angry when he shoots them down. Usually he has a logical reason, but today it was "jus cuz". He did say please, but I still make snarky comments.

I think I was super hungry for lunch.

He wanted me to copy a CO caption. He says 'this is the way CO does it, so do our caption that way'. The way that caption was written it was totally stupid. Why can't we do it the UT way? Maybe we are copying from some dumbo in CO, so then we look like a dumbo? It says the exact same information, ours juss doesn't look as stupid. Why do we have to do/be something we're not? Why can't they expect that we are different from them?! The CO counsel we send it to is gonna look at the caption say 'that is totally stupid'.

I know. Totally dramatic about a stupid caption.

Then he was finishing up with a client this afternoon and I mentioned that a client was on the line and wanted him to look at a contract for him ASAP. Jim kinda flips out and rants on about how the client will have to wait. Heaven forbid he'll have to wait until he is done with my meeting, blah blah. I was just letting him know. I knew his meeting was finishing up. He can wait on hold for moment! But whatever. Seriously, two seconds later client leaves his office and I'm hanging up on this other client I thought could wait for the boss. Two seconds after that the boss is calling said client back on the phone. Seriously. You had to blow up in the office just to let me hang up on him so you could call him immediately back. Makes us all look like idiots sometimes.

Anyways... speaking of dramatic.

I've had a lot of phone calls and/or people show up and tell me how everything was so 'horrible' without me the last week. Steve claimed everything went to hell without me around. I really think it juss went to hell when he got notice he might be foreclosed cuz he's not paying his mortgage. Danny's partner came in and explained how 'bad' or 'sad' it was around here without me. I think its juss cuz he didn't have someone to sign for his packages that week.... And of course the boss blew his 'tramatic situation' out of the water with his lamenting. Granted, he didn't make it thru the whole week without texting me twice and calling once. It was one week. Nobody died. Well, Jim might have gotten close. I'm never going to be able to leave this place for more than week, ever.

Well, its nice to know I'm needed. Maybe not that desparately needed or missed.... for certain reasons, but its kinda...nice.

I thought it would be harder coming back home with no Evan. I mean it was the first few days knowing he was in my house, supposedly taking care of my dog and apparently eating my food cuz he was too lazy to go to the store and buy his own food? But I texted him lots of questions and hashed out all of my concerns so I'm doing good.

The roommate suggested that there was a period the dog had no food, so she fed him, assuming the boy forgot. Grr. But then again I heard she got yelled for dog poo on the lawn. I dont know how to believe anymore. Speaking of, the dog apparently had a good bowel schedule going on, but after Easter and going to Gmas it was all messed up. Poor dog. He is almost back to a normal bowel movement.... Was it Easter dinner or something else I fed him? Or something they fed him that Sat I came home?

Summer is coming. Surely something good has to come with it.

I went to FHE. I seriously didn't want to. It was one of those days I felt super depressed that ppl were leaving me and I juss wanted to lay in bed until I died. But I know I always have a somewhat good time, at least smile and laugh, if I juss make myself stick around a lil' bit longer. And I did. Well, Brittany kinda made me. She caught me juss as that one cute boy showed up. He never shows up to these things. I was amazed. I stopped to gawk at him. He left early which left this one kid that has talked to me before to show up and start yaking at me. He seemed to make it his mission to remember my name, but for the life of me I cannot remember his name. Prolly starts with a J or D. Ya know, those names that juss never really work out for me.

He oddly decided my life was too boring and that school was the way to fix it. It kinda bugged me that he deemed my life boring, even tho I admitted it. And it has made me think, way too much, about what I could do to 'spice it up' as he says. His fascination with school kinda creeps me out. Kinda weird that he works at Cheesecake Factory and has decided at 28 he wants to attempt being a medical assistant. He's medical and likes school and I'm legal and you'd have to kill me first before I go back to school.

You could tell he clearly likes me tho. He's taller than me, like most guys, so he gave me a side hug and it was like a leaf attempting to wrap around a small twig. It wasn't just the arm that wrapped around me he got his head into an' all....anyways, awkward. Bye boy whose name I dont know. And I finally escaped that convo. I am super surprised he hasn't asked for a date or a number yet. His liking has almost turned into desparate or super scared, but I'm kinda glad he hasn't pounced on that one yet. Its nice to see him once in awhile and somewhat know the person before they juss pop that question.

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