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If You Say So
So I was just about to get up and take my shower this morning when my boss texted me, stating that he was going to sleep in and I didn’t need to come in until noon. I made sure, then tried to sleep some more, but I was already too awake.
I had intended to enjoy a little gaming time, but C had to use the laptop to take care of some things for his car and his registration. The Georgia website is a clusterfuck and the payment portals are a mega clusterfuck and he got really annoyed and I ended up having to diffuse the bomb again. Which is not something I’m used to with him. This is after a minor breakdown last night, so I thought it best to just tell him to chill and take over.
So we were taking care of all that up until I had to leave for work and I didn’t get in my gaming time.
Now I’m here and hating the goddamned Ramen noodles I’m having for lunch and the boss is still upstairs likely asleep and hungover (there’s a bedroom upstairs in the new office). When I walked back to the kitchen, I noticed a liter bottle of J&B and a bunch of beer in the fridge. So I reckon the boss had a good time last night. Gotta love a boss who likes to party.
In summation:
- I want my real boyfriend back - the evil clone inhabiting my house right now is really starting to piss me off.
- I need to get my shit together and it has been difficult to consider how when I’m having to deal with a boyfriend in the midst of a crisis and a half-psychotic boss who forgets everything and uses his office as a crash pad.
- I need to fucking relax at some point. It has been impossible so far this week. This quiet before the boss wakes up and last night at the cigar bar alone are the closest I’ve come to peace this week.
