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I just love people
Feb. 4th, 2005 08:13 amCan someone really be your friend if they drive you crazy? Today, we’re supposed to wear red at work to show that we recognize that heart disease is the number 1 killer of women. Most of us wore red, but my one co-worker friend, one of the ladies who ganged up on me for not dressing up for the Christmas party, forgot. So the group of us who did remember teased her a little bit, and she got all defensive. Well well well, look who can dish it out but can’t take it. Now she knows how I feel. In addition to this, she’s being picky about flowers. One of our co-workers had a kidney biopsy (I mentioned him in a previous post) and was out of work for about a week. During his absence, all the office staff pulled together to help lessen his workload. He’s a very generous and appreciative guy, so he bought flowers for all the ladies in the office. He had 6 bouquets delivered, and all of them were different. There were only three of us left at the end of the night (three had gone home earlier), so we picked the ones we liked, and distributed the other ones. One of the bouquets had pale pink Gerbera daisies, and they were really pretty. We thought that my co-worker friend was perfectly suited for these, so we put them on her desk. When I asked her this morning if she liked her flowers, she said “I like my flowers a lot, but I love tulips.” I have the bouquet with the tulips in them, so I guess she was annoyed that I got that one. Whatever, she wanted to change her hours so that she could get off work earlier, so she missed it.
My teacher was gone from school again yesterday, so it was all but anarchy in class last night. We had the same sub, and we screwed around the entire time. The sub and a couple of the guys just kept making sick jokes, and generally being stupid. It was hilarious, and we all had tons of fun. Come Monday night, we’re going to be miserable as we settle back into our normal routine again.
Steve and I are not getting along right now, and I hate that :(. I wasn’t going to mention anything in my journal about it, because I know what everyone is going to say, and frankly, I know, and I don’t want to hear it. It’s the same old thing that always happens. After we left Vegas, Steve said that he wasn’t interested in gambling or playing poker on the weekends or at the casino anymore. I got home early the other night, and he wasn’t home. I checked to see if he was at the sports bar, and he wasn’t there. So then, I checked the YMCA to see if he was playing basketball, and he wasn’t there either. I drove over to the casino to see if he was there, and bingo, I saw his car in the parking lot. I was absolutely furious, and if I had had the balls to do it, I would’ve gone in there and embarrassed him in front of everyone. Instead, I went home and caught up on some of my shows. When he got home, I asked him where he went, and he said he gone to do some stuff, like pick up a shirt from his parents house for his job interview. When I asked where else he had gone, he didn’t mention the casino. I gave him more than one chance to confess, but he didn’t say anything. So then I told him that I found his car, and when he asked where, and I told him, he knew he was busted. Then he launches into this whole thing about how he’s realized that he can’t play it seriously, and now he just plays for fun. When I started bitching about how we can’t afford for him to be spending our money on this crap, especially as I’m about to start my externship, he told me that the money didn’t come from any of our accounts. Apparently, when he won some tournament a while back, he set that money aside to use only for tournaments. He ended up doubling the amount the other day, so he has about $250 in there right now. He said that when that money runs out, he won’t play anymore. I made him put it in writing and sign it, or else I wouldn’t believe him. I feel a tiny bit better that the money isn’t coming out of our bank account, but we could use that $250 for better things than stupid poker. AND THEN, he tried to justify it by saying that he was so bored sitting at home by himself all the time. I of course, in all my sensitivity, felt like he was blaming me for this. I was pissed. He’s frustrated because two of his three soccer seasons are over, and he’s trying to get onto a basketball team right now, so he thinks playing poker is a way to occupy his time.
I am so frustrated with him right now. I’m not interested in being intimate with him right now, partially because I’m too tired from being at work and school all day, and partially because I am pissed as hell with him. And he still manages to try to turn it around on me, saying that I never want to do anything with him. Oh gee, sorry for expecting you to pay some damn attention to me. When I got home last night, he was on the computer playing poker (which is fine, I don’t care about that), and he was watching it on TV. He ignored me the whole night, and then got pissed because I didn’t want to be intimate with him. I cannot even tell you how many times I’ve had this conversation with him, about how if he wants me to give him some attention, he needs to give me some attention too. That’s the problem with marrying an only child; they still think the world revolves around them.
My teacher was gone from school again yesterday, so it was all but anarchy in class last night. We had the same sub, and we screwed around the entire time. The sub and a couple of the guys just kept making sick jokes, and generally being stupid. It was hilarious, and we all had tons of fun. Come Monday night, we’re going to be miserable as we settle back into our normal routine again.
Steve and I are not getting along right now, and I hate that :(. I wasn’t going to mention anything in my journal about it, because I know what everyone is going to say, and frankly, I know, and I don’t want to hear it. It’s the same old thing that always happens. After we left Vegas, Steve said that he wasn’t interested in gambling or playing poker on the weekends or at the casino anymore. I got home early the other night, and he wasn’t home. I checked to see if he was at the sports bar, and he wasn’t there. So then, I checked the YMCA to see if he was playing basketball, and he wasn’t there either. I drove over to the casino to see if he was there, and bingo, I saw his car in the parking lot. I was absolutely furious, and if I had had the balls to do it, I would’ve gone in there and embarrassed him in front of everyone. Instead, I went home and caught up on some of my shows. When he got home, I asked him where he went, and he said he gone to do some stuff, like pick up a shirt from his parents house for his job interview. When I asked where else he had gone, he didn’t mention the casino. I gave him more than one chance to confess, but he didn’t say anything. So then I told him that I found his car, and when he asked where, and I told him, he knew he was busted. Then he launches into this whole thing about how he’s realized that he can’t play it seriously, and now he just plays for fun. When I started bitching about how we can’t afford for him to be spending our money on this crap, especially as I’m about to start my externship, he told me that the money didn’t come from any of our accounts. Apparently, when he won some tournament a while back, he set that money aside to use only for tournaments. He ended up doubling the amount the other day, so he has about $250 in there right now. He said that when that money runs out, he won’t play anymore. I made him put it in writing and sign it, or else I wouldn’t believe him. I feel a tiny bit better that the money isn’t coming out of our bank account, but we could use that $250 for better things than stupid poker. AND THEN, he tried to justify it by saying that he was so bored sitting at home by himself all the time. I of course, in all my sensitivity, felt like he was blaming me for this. I was pissed. He’s frustrated because two of his three soccer seasons are over, and he’s trying to get onto a basketball team right now, so he thinks playing poker is a way to occupy his time.
I am so frustrated with him right now. I’m not interested in being intimate with him right now, partially because I’m too tired from being at work and school all day, and partially because I am pissed as hell with him. And he still manages to try to turn it around on me, saying that I never want to do anything with him. Oh gee, sorry for expecting you to pay some damn attention to me. When I got home last night, he was on the computer playing poker (which is fine, I don’t care about that), and he was watching it on TV. He ignored me the whole night, and then got pissed because I didn’t want to be intimate with him. I cannot even tell you how many times I’ve had this conversation with him, about how if he wants me to give him some attention, he needs to give me some attention too. That’s the problem with marrying an only child; they still think the world revolves around them.
