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I am at work, about 5:30 am and I am STILL cranky…and THAT is not good…
Why am I cranky?
Start with Monday.
I get out of work and go home, exhausted..
No start with Sunday night.
I got up early and went to breakfast, read the paper…decided it was going to be an amazing week…since I very much am looking forward to the end and getting to Washington D.C. Read the paper. (future blog about dumbass tort suit against NFL) Went to church, an hour early by accident. (future blog about reconciliation process over Catholic guilt) Played with new cellphone toy in pews while listening to girls choir rehearse. Came home to a nicely decorated cozy warm apartment and started to journal. Mood shifted drastically…out of Church and suddenly all my thoughts are negative. Bleck. What better time to turn on the BILLS game instead of doing school work? The BILLS game was actually, pretty encouraging. A few attempts on 4th and 2, 4th and 1, winning by halftime, gorgeous unseasonably warm weather. Hmmmm. But my mind was wandering to the dark side…nervous, worrisome Jen. By the time the BILLS LOST IN THE LAST 2 MINUTES. I was already wrecked.
So now I realize I have to prepare my apartment for the *extermination* the next day. I need to go back to Tim & Dayna’s for the cat carrier, and go to Erin’s to get her keys for her apartment. I do not want to move. But I do. And after being at Erin’s a little too long as usual, I went home to a wonderful long, long distance phone conversation…super tired Jen. Not going to be happy the next day,
Now it is Monday. I am home from work and running around preparing for the bug blast. The notices we were given in the apartment said to take all things out of closets, cabinets, shelves..and cover…Wah. I am running around trying to do this before 10 and get my cats to Erin’s when I decide to nap. The people come around 11:30 at my door and look around making sure it was prepared. The only thing I did not do was my bedroom and all the books. I basically need to buy at least 2 bookshelves, but in the meantime I have piles of them stacked against the wall. The man who is turning off my gas and looking around the place thinks it would be a good idea to move the books, I agree, half-heartedly…so I move all books on my bed. I gather the cats and leave. No nap. Stay out of apartment until 5, I figure 6 would be safe.
I am falling asleep at Erin’s when I decide I NEED to go home and open up the windows so I can bring the cats back. About 7 pm. I drive in the suddenly snow icy blowing cold weather and enter the apartment. I am dreading it. I have waaaay too much to pick up and wash off and put away, my bathtub is full with all things from the bathroom, my bedroom has all my books on the bed, everything else is everywhere…It will be a while…PLUS vacuuming and wiping off dead bug debris…ick.
Hm. I walk in the door and it doesn’t even smell. I walk into the living room to open the window anyhow and I step over a fogger can. A FUCKING FOGGER CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The one you can find at your friendly Walmart, fogger can!!!!!!!!!! Oh, there is one in the bedroom too, but A FOGGER CAN!!!!!!!!! I AM LIVID!
The management of the building had notices posted up 2 weeks ago about how extermination was going to be done on MONDAY the 24th from 10-5. Yada yada, MUST call to confirm appointment at least 24 hours in advance….I AM ASSUMING IT IS A COMPANY COMING IN FOR THE DAY, NOT THE LANDLORD AND HIS FRIENDS WITH A FEW INDOOR BUG BOMBS!!!! ANYONE CAN DO THAT!!!!!! I COULD HAVE DONE THAT ON A SUNDAY WHEN IT WAS MORE CONVENIENT!!!! Arugh. I was expecting a professional job, when I was in NC and we had exterminators they sprayed every corner of the room with some dry chemical crap…hence me thinking I was going to go all out and get every corner free. Ha ha ha ha ha. I am soooooo pissed and tired and not amused…I take the 200 books off of my bed and toss them in a pile and go back to get the cats.
Ever try to put a very large cat in a carrier for the second time in a day? Not fun. Simba cat is HUGE and the biggest baby in the world. Meoooow. Cry cry cry. And Sasha is silent for the most part but impossible to get into the carrier. So now I am pissy, and tired and chasing the cats. I get them in, take them outside where it is now blowing like crazy, accumulation pending. I get indoors, in need of a hot shower, but I do not have the time to unload the bathtub. I crawl into bed and whine. 10:00 sleep again, no sleep…work at 12.
BUT I DO NOT WAKEUP AT 12. I know it is snowing and I need to get up early. But do I wakeup? NO. Is my alarm clock set properly? Yes…thankfully Erin called way past her bedtime to leave a message at 12:30 and woke me up. Oh and of course now I cant find my keys for the life of me either. I usually can not find my keys, but it looks like I just moved into my apartment and there is crap everywhere, only difference-no boxes. I find them at about 12:50 and head out in the snow. Cant find my gloves for the life of me….I am sure they are buried somewhere.
My piece of crap car, with no interior light…decides to move forward when I turn the ignition key to warm it up while I scrape the ice off . I throw on the parking break, but it still rolls THIS IS GOING TO SUCK THIS WINTER!!!!!! I hate HATE this car. I hate smelling like oil when I get out, I hate that the interior light doesn’t work and the driver door does not lock. HATE IT. I scrape the car, and get in to drive up the slippery unplowed streets of Buffalo, including the 33 highway. As soon as I hit 90-290-Amherst, roads are miraculously cleared, but in the meantime I am traveling up Summer Street with all the damn stoplights every other block,stop, 1st gear, go 1st gear, 2nd-4th…oh stop. Slide. AAAAAAAAAAAAACK!! Of course the WIPERS ARE NOT WORKING EITHER!!!! I assume they are frozen, but after 30 minutes in the car they still did not break free. SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS. And then I get to work 25 minutes late. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
So this is why I am cranky. Yes the mood has subsided somewhat…I was in all out kill mode. Coming into work and seeing a potential posting for the group home in South Buffalo made me smile a bit. Our girls here are ALL attitude. I cant wait for Thursday! No kids for a week!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And as I sit and type I realize I have to go start my day with the girls. Gr again. AND AGAIN and againandagainandagain.