It's vacation time!

Not for me. Not directly anyway. The co-worker has all of next week off. It's the best news I've had in a long time.

I had yesterday off. To go watch Monkey sing with her choir for the Veteran's Day program held in our town. It was an hour. I spent the rest of the day shopping at Best Buy with Uncle Watusi and watching tv. I like how I spend my odd vacation days. Much better than the last two days. I raked Nana's entire yard. It's really big. Ugh.

The Big D, and no I don't mean Dallas

I want a divorce. From my work husband. (No silly Internets, I'm not even dating anyone, let alone married anymore.) Back to the work husband. I can't stand him. I no longer find him amusing or smart. I never thought he was attractive. He's irritating and I want to not be around him anymore.

This makes me feel like I complain a lot. Particularly about him. But I'm not allowed to throw heavy objects at him. I have to let it out some how, right?

In any case, I want him gone. Or me, whichever ends up being easier for me. He gets all jealous when I've started dating someone else. Or have mentioned (not to him, he eavesdrops all the freaking time) when I think someone else is attractive.

Someone at work mentioned that she thinks all this is because I'm in love with him. HA! Not even a little bit. If I was in love with him, I would be excited to come to work and see him. I loathe Mondays even more because I know he'll be there. I constantly wish for him to be home sick or have to be off-site all day. A vacation for him is a vacation for me.

I can not stand him and I want this over. Now.

You don't know what you've got till it's gone

I miss my laptop. The fan died. (A moment please.) I'm working on getting it replaced. But because I have almost no money, it has to be on the cheap. So I'm waiting to order parts from Singapore. I didn't realize how convenient having it was. Think of something blab about, hop online. Poof, instant post. Instead I'm left with either pecking something out on my Touch or firing up the slowest computer left. I'm reluctant to posh at work anymore. Even though I'm farming ALL the time. I miss is. A new one isn't in my budget. Thankfully I don't have sponsors to worry about yet. *Le sigh.*

I'll get there

One day. Cryptic, maybe. In the meantime... I've missed Monkey a lot while she was at her dad's. It has only been a week and even though I still have a house full, it seems quiet without her here. I'm picking her up tomorrow. Thank goodness.

More suggestions, please

In the effort to actually get on a working budget, I'm trying to track my spending. My mother would just say, "Use a piece of paper." I'm far too gadgety for that. Can anyone recommend an app for easy tracking of spending? Specifically cash. I'd like it to total for me as well. Yah, coz I'm lazy like that. This would be for my iPod. While I love my BlackBerry, it's a pain to load apps on it. Tiny memory. Sheesh.

Toto, where's my sparkling vampire?

I drove into work this morning enjoying the rain, listening the my Twilight Saga soundtracks. Good fun, right? I thought so. Someone genius at work burned popcorn and opened the microwave door, sending us all out in the rain. I didn't even get to see any firemen. They turned it into a drill. Hmph. Then, I obviously wore the wrong shoes with all the tornado sirens we had going off. I should have worn the ruby red slippers. Then maybe I wouldn't have been stuck in a room with too many people. At least tomorrow is Friday. Jeans. Tennies. Comfy. I wouldn't even mind more rain.

This is so NOT fair

I'm sick. Again. I'm not even over the cold I had the first time. Add in my springtime allergies and I'm miserable. The first time all the nose running happened the first two days. Now it just happens when it's time to go to bed. I've gone through two boxes of Kleenex in two days. Tomorrow I have to go buy more. I just opened my last box tonight. I spray the front desk down with Lysol after I do breaks. It's a wonder anyone can sleep with all the sneezing and nose blowing I'm doing. I'm not a quiet sneezer. And I sound like a goose with a battle honk when I blow my nose. In this post alone I've used at least 10 Kleenex. I should buy stock. *sigh*

ah, teenagers...

last night monkey told me that she and beatrice have decided reconcile their friendship. i'm glad. i know how much beatrice's friendship meant to monkey, and i was sad to see it go. hopefully things will go better this time. :)

Feed readers

I downloaded the reader my dad recommend for my iPod Touch. It's great but I don't think I can comment on posts. I like being able to do that.

Any other recommendations for a reader for my Touch that will let me comment? Man I miss being online at work. This blows tiddlywinks.

Frustration

My blogwriter on my iPod just ate my post about today. Grr...

Rhetorical questions I'd like answered

Why do drivers that cut you off get mad when you call them out on it?

Why do other parents jump down your throat when they don't think you're doing a good enough job but can't seem to control their child in public?

Why does the chicken want us to continually ask why it's crossing the road? At this point, isn't it old enough to not need someone holding it's wing?

Why can't we all just get along?

Why does the co-worker think he's hot stuff when I have continually pointed out his many faults? Hygenie being at the top of the list. Dude, you stink. No girl wants that in a man. Take a shower. Use soap. Lots of it. Cut your hair regularly. Shave your face. You can't grow a beard. Those sploches make you look like someone played a prank on you but missed your eyebrow. Quit smoking. Throw away your clothes and get some that fit. No. Even the hobo down the street doesn't want your stanky rags. And finally figure out you are just too damn scrawny to drink any more than one beer. When you come to work smelling like a brewery (and not a good one mind you) it makes us all want to vomit. Oh. And he fish in my office. He's mine. I've bought everything for him and cleaned his bowl 10 times more than you. He belongs to me. Now, quit looking at me because you want to tell me some poor taste nerd joke you've already told me at least 12 times. It ain't happenin'.

boo hiss

i don't like this one bit. I'm going to miss everyone except for the 45 minutes i'll be allowed online. i can guarantee y'all this won't improve productivity. it'll just make us all crankier. and i can now say that since i won't be blogging at work anymore. hmph.

a letter to my bad day

dear bad day,

it was a valient effort you made in trying to make my day horrid. first with the drivers who couldn't decide on what speed they wanted to go, then with the spilled chai while putting my cinnamon in it, and finaly my entire venti chai latte spilling all over the rest of me just before i walked into work. but thanks to friends like princess mikkimoto and susan mercedes, and then all the yummy food at work's breakfast potluck (yes, my quiche was a hit -- they ate it all!) i'm finding it hard to care about you anymore. i know you'll understand. we just can't be together today. in the effort to leave you with a positive comment, please try again another time. things like being on time for work make your job just too difficult. i'm sorry. can we still be friends?

cordially,

zeghsy

p.s. on second thought, i'd rather not be friends with you. don't take it personally. it's not you, it's me.

p.p.s. wait, it IS you. you understand. please do not contact me again.

from this point forward...

i hereby banish drama from our lives.

coz frankly i'm sick of it. i have had enough of it to last 10 lifetimes. i am done. done i tell you!

we'll have no more of you, drama. begone. leave and never return.

i know, it's a bit over the top. but, that's what i feel like i need to say. it's my space, i can do that.

oh the drama!

i have to say, i'm pretty happy i'm not a tween anymore. monkey is having trouble with her bestie, beatrice. it seems there was a misunderstanding. poor monkey is flumoxed. she has apologized for her end. she told beatrice she would like one in return for the hurt she caused monkey. unfortunately beatrice doesn't seem to think she needs to offer one. monkey says she's always been the one to have to apologize when they fight. my advice was for monkey to let beatrice know, again, that she is truely sorry for any hurt she's caused but that she would like an apology and that she still wants to be friends. i'm sorry to say that i think this might be the end of them as besties. monkey has put up with a lot from beatrice lately. this might be it if beatrice can't unbend. i feel bad for my monkey. she's a sweet, caring, sensitive girl. i hate to see her in pain because of friends.

*update: i have changed monkey's bff's name to respect her privacy.