spennington

Life: A Comic Tragedy
2012-06-26 02:37:11 (UTC)

Uggggggghhhhhh, Lawzy I hate Mondays.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooo, I hate Mondays, I know that everyone has a dislike for Mondays, I can understand that, but when I say that I HATE Mondays, I mean I would be willing to sacrifice a seventh of my life just to not have to endure Mondays....and THIS Monday got an early jump on me last night when the internet decided that I no longer needed to be connected to the world. This means I was forced to build Sims houses. I did not WANT to build Sims houses until one o'clock in the morning, but what else is a girl to do when "unfriended" by the internet!!

Then it was time to sleep, and of course the damn alarm clock does the exact same thing that the Sims game does, when no one is looking, someone clicks the super speed mode causing my clock to ring like ten minutes later trying to say that I had already slept my five hours and I could get up now. But I digress. Up and at em, well at least my version on a Monday morning which means literally growling as I walk to the coffee pot, not for me, I don't do coffee at home in the mornings, for my boyfriend, who you do not want to even breathe on until he has at least two drinks of coffee. He is fun to watch though, it is like watching a light in a room turn on, all of a sudden the fog lifts and yep, if you look close enough, there is indeed a human under all that pissed offness....

ANYWAY, we get ready in the style of the "Flight of the Bumblebee." We rush off to our jobs, his being a lottery attendant at one of the local gambling houses, and me in hell. And Hell did not disappoint me today as the first thing my computer told me as I walked through the door is that it had not yet recovered from the weekend and my typing would be done on the typewriter for the day...Yayyyyyyy....Grrrrrr. My boss then proceeds to make me redo a letter THREE times....now ladies and gents, depending on your age, make and model, you may or may not know that when you redo a letter on a typewriter, you retype the entire letter.....THREE TIMES!!! The phone rings, I won't even get started on what qualifies as lunch at my place of employment, but I did get to talk to my little ray of sunshine Chanda today, and her hubby too....HI JAMIE...and so I was ready to take on the world after my pep talk...

Then my sister happened. Due to some missed texts, and some misunderstandings, and some agitation on at least one part, we had an argument. This does not make me happy. I love my sister, she is my one and only sibling (that we know of...inside joke) and since our mother is deceased, and our father four hours away, we don't like to argue, so we just decided to stop.

The BEST thing about every OTHER Monday is that my children come home. They who are grown men but still let me baby them. One is an eighteen year old, freshly minted high school graduate who is just a week into his first real job, and the second is a almost seventeen year old giant who is "doing" football for the fiftyeth year...practice everyday.

So now that Monday is almost done with me for the week, I now have my internet back, a boyfriend who is well caffineated, two sons, both home now, and all is right with the world, well, at least till Tuesday.




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