January 24, 2011

• no weekend

  The weekend is over, but I don't have a weekend of speak of. It's okay, I was complaining about my lack of hours at LD, so my coworkers have been helping me out by giving me their shifts, but I'm also helping them out because they're in school or trying to land another job elsewhere. Apparently it's quite the process to get into corrections, but so far my coworker is doing well. I don't mind helping her out this way. I'm glad this corrections thing is working out for her because it's always nice to see someone get into something they've been wanting to do for a while, and she's also one of most annoying people I have ever worked with. I give no hint of exaggeration or sarcasm when I say this either. She has this incredible ability to drive everyone she works with crazy, and I wonder how that will translate to working with a bunch of hardened correction officers in a prison. She worries about everything and talks a lot. I can't see her standing up to crazy chicks with big attitudes. Anyway, who knows what she'll actually be like. Retail is a very, very far cry from corrections as it is. 

  I digress. I worked Saturday and Sunday, but this weekend was extra exhausting because I decided to take a bit of overtime on Saturday and worked ten and a half hours. You'd wouldn't think an extra two hours would be a big deal, but I was bagged when I got home and I was bagged when I woke up on Sunday. I worked 8 more hours on Sunday and came home even more bagged. I was so tired I wanted to cry over the fact that the kitchen was a mess and I was starving and I still had to make some sort of dinner. Nate ended up making dinner for me, but it didn't really change the fact that I'm growing tired of Nate spending whole days at home and not ever lifting a finger to help me out by doing some dishes. The only time he's every helped out is when he's using vacation time and spending it at home. Maybe he does them then because it's more apparent that he obviously does nothing all day. Don't get me wrong, I love him to pieces and I love taking care of him, but he knew full well I was working a lot this weekend and it never crossed his mind to think, "Hey, maybe I should help out a little." I've given up on asking him because he still doesn't do it. I've come home from work and nothing has been done and I'll ask him about it and he'll say, "I'm getting to it." Really? He's had all day! So today, I'm NOT doing some things, like making his coffee. His arms are not broken and if he wants coffee he can put his game controller down and make it himself. 

  Funny, I thought I'd be looking forward to today, but I'm not. My apartment is stuffy, we probably won't get around to doing anything until about 5, and I can't seem to find the structure in this day to make time for laundry or other cleaning. 

  I'm grumpy.

  • 5:01 pm
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