Jeans and Sneakers

I’m pretty pissed right now. I was soooooo excited to be able to pay off my debt tomorrow. I’ve been frugal for the past month now, and it was finally going to pay off. Yep, Friday, February 9th was going to be THE DAY THE DEBT WAS GONE. Well guess what? Stupid maths fucked up my plans.

Somehow, I managed to figure out on a calculator, that the money I have in the bank right now plus the money I’ll be getting in my paycheck tomorrow would equal enough to pay my debt, my car insurance renewal, and my cell phone bill, and still have like $200 left over. I did this calculation 3 times with no discrepancies. I was super stoked! I was so excited, I went right ahead and put through that car insurance renewal on my bank card. Guess what maths?!?! YOU WERE WRONG!!! I went to check my bank balance, because some transactions come out right away, and noticed. . .hmm, there was a lot less left over than I’d thought there’d be. . . So I went back, redid the calculations, three times, and yeah. Now I won’t be able to pay off my debt for another TWO WEEKS, because I’ll have JUST ENOUGH to pay off the debt, with none left over for other stuff, like gas to get to and from work until I get paid again, or that dentist’s appt I have next Tuesday. Yay. So yeah maths, you can take a hike, thanks for ruining my plan. :[

In other news, my job is stupid. My boss must really not appreciate how much work I’m doing. He keeps pushing off the work he doesn’t want to do onto me, as if I were sitting around doing nothing. Does he realize I’m his only full time customer service person for a company he’s marketing like mad? Does he realize it’s effing cold outside now and people are mad for heating supplies? Does he realize that all of these people making and changing their orders, whether he sees it or not, directly increases the amount of work I have to do before he decides he doesn’t want to do something and hands it off to me? I think I might have to have a little meeting with him. But most likely, I’ll just chicken out and take the abuse. Why? Because I’ve called in sick a good amount of times, and he’ll probably argue that if I were in the office more often, that I’d be able to get all of my work done. (which btw, is total bullshit. I’ve come in to the office steadily for months without taking a day off, and still had too much to do. the calling in sick is likely a direct effect of being overworked, frustrated, and worried.) And if that weren’t frustrating enough, I’m actually sick right now, have been since last Tuesday, and while last Friday my boss thanked me and thanked me for coming in while being so obviously ill, this week I took two days off because I wasn’t getting any better. When I came back, they wern’t mad, because it was apparrent that I really am sick, but now they’re showing signs of sickness, and I detect a hint of resentment for me getting them sick. Well, you can either be mad that I’m out sick, or you can be mad that I’m working but made you sick, but you can’t ask me to come in when I’m sick, and then be mad if you catch my cold. Bugger off.

/rant

So I’ve finished most of the first sleeve for cambridge. I should be done this weekend. dun dun DUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! We’ll see though, I might be unfathomably lazy.

And now I leave you with a gem from me sleeping:

(apparrently I talk in my sleep. Rob tries to urge it on when it happens, and then emails me the conversations we’ve had in my sleep. Not always coherent, but almost always amusing.)

Me: ‘it doesnt feel like im moving right now but i am’
Rob: “what?”
Me: ‘it doesnt feel like im moving right now but i am’
Rob: “but youre not moving”
Me: ‘but i am’