Eating Takeout Does a Body Bad!

You know life is funny sometimes, just when you think everything is falling into place, BAM, everything falls apart.

OK, so maybe I am being a little dramatic, but really this week has been a rough one for me.

Starting with work: I have never been so stressed out at a job before in my life. TallTrees (new girl, what do you think of the nickname?) is a waste of space. I would rather be alone and do the work of 2 people than to have someone who is useless. Every time I explain something to her she gets this puzzled look on her face and says "Hmmm, I don't know about that". Guess what? It is part of your job description, you have to do it. The thing that pissed me off most of all is that while she is on the Internet and personal calls, and I am doing all of the work, she comes into my office and says "Thanks for your help". Umm, yeah. She also leaves an underscore at the end of all her emails and name. Like TallTrees_. Why?

At home: I am still without a kitchen. It is amazing at how much stuff I used to do in that kitchen that I hated. Now that I don't have one, I can't do anything. Apparently, all of the plumbing and electricity in the walls needs to be upgraded before they can install the kitchen and appliances. I am cool with that. What I am not cool with however is that I don't have an approximate start date for all of this work. I have been eating take-out food for the past week, and let me tell you, for someone who enjoys cooking, it is torture. I guess this is the price you pay (no pun intended) when you get family involved and get things done for free. Hopefully I will not have to wait any longer for this because it leads me to my last issue.

With Dirty: We haven't spent any time this week together since Sunday. Why? I don't have a kitchen, so he won't come over. He wants me to come over his house, to stay over until they finish all the work. I appreciate his offer, but I paid for my apartment, and I am going to live there. He doesn't understand why I want to stay in the construction zone when I can just live with him for a while. So I have purposely not gone to his house at all, and he hasn't come to see me, so I guess we'll see what happens this weekend when he takes me for my annual endoscopy/colonoscopy and he has to take care of me in my apartment. I've already told him that I want to sleep off the anesthesia in my own bed, but since I'll be half knocked out, we'll see where he takes me.