Good thing: The tenants are on spring break this week and I only received 14 calls yesterday.
Bad thing: The boss is back from vacation.
Very bad thing: I have absolutely no work to do since I did it while he was gone last week, so I can’t even pretend to be busy.
On the brighter side (I guess?) I didn’t get a headache at all last week, though it returned 15 minutes after I got to my desk yesterday. Right there at the base of my skull and slowly squeezing until my whole head was fighting the urge to explode in gooey bits of brain and bone. That’s right – my boss cause migraines. Or maybe it’s the sexist bullshit and micromanagement and computer illiteracy and shitty pay that comes with him. Either way, can you get workers comp for that?
I’ve been working on a lot of baby crafts lately for people I know who are having more kids. I know it’s making me blind, but it may also be making me insane. I’ve slept terribly the last two nights and had baby dreams both times (the two may very well be related). It should be pretty well noted at this point that I’m not really into the idea of having kids. Unless I can have them and then stick them with a nanny and go on being myself, which I’m told is not the way that whole thing works. That’s not to say that I’m not a maternal person – I’d make an awesome mom – but I just have too many hobbies and interests that I’m not willing to give up, not to mention the necessity of working and the cost of diapers and daycare and onesies and whatnot. But my brain must subconsciously be thinking otherwise.
Me: I had dreams about babies last night. WTF is wrong with me?
Queen Inappropriate: It passes. You know, if I thought for a second that you’d enjoy it, I’d be all, “Dude! You need 4 babies!” But honestly, you’d be so fucking displeased with the entire pile of shit.