Tuesday, June 17, 2008

And so it goes... and goes... and goes...

I wanted to write about something happy today! And just as soon as something happy happens, I'll write about the motherfucker, I assure you.

In the meantime, it's business as usual. And by that I mean, it's bitching as usual. Read on:

There's a great big bunch of drama going on in the blog world. Seems one blogger left his wife for another blogger. She left her husband for him. They were together for a bit, then he went back to his wife. Everyone's up in arms over it. Lord, you should read some of the posts and comments that have been written. It's like watching General Hospital. Here's my opinion on the matter: GROW THE FUCK UP, PEOPLE. It's none of your business. Something new will grab you by the balls and shake you up NEXT week. Honestly, some people LIVE for this kind of shit...

So I got screwed yesterday, YET AGAIN, sans the mind-blowing orgasm. Come to think of it, that's generally the way it goes around here... My boss gave us a bonus, which, on the face of it, seems like a good thing, right? When I took my job, it was with the understanding that bonuses came along occasionally, and the office manager gets double. Guess what? I am NOT the office manager. So, I don't, as a general rule, gripe about bonuses, because HEY! Any money is GREATER THAN no money. But yesterday, for the second time since I've been there, we got a bonus based on Social Security fees. Social Security is my baby. I'm the only one who works on it, and it's seriously where 80% of our money comes from. And, AND... way back when, I asked my boss if he thought it would be fair to give the office manager DOUBLE the bonus on Social Security fees when I was the only one who worked on them. (On the bonuses we usually get, several times a year, SHE has done most of the work. So who am I to complain if she gets double?) He promised me that it would not be that way if and when we ever bonused on SS money. Guess what? He lied.

To make matters worse, when I questioned him about it, he YELLED at me. And then he gave me a simple explanation: "SHE discovered "WHAT'S-HER-NAME" was stealing from me, so she gets rewarded for that!" And I, in turn, am punished for NOT KNOWING.

My husband has become the CARE-GIVER from HELL. Seriously, they should make a reality show about him. I can predict, accurately, what he will demand and/or throw a raving lunatic fit over, at any given moment. Dinner is not ready by 5:00? "You are trying to starve my father!" I miss a day of going to visit? "You need to get down there and CHEER HIM UP!" Dirty dishes in the sink? "I want a divorce! I'm sick and tired of your laziness!" Kids wanna go to a movie? "You are WASTING all my money! Give me your car keys, you're grounded!"

Not only does he act this way with US, he orders around his mom and dad, sister and brother, and pretty much anyone who has the bad luck to cross the threshold of his parents' house. HE will decide when his dad can get a shower. HE will decide when someone needs to start staying ROUND-THE-CLOCK. HE will decide when it's time to call in Hospice. HE will decide when it's time for a pain pill. My husband has never been easy to get along with. NOW, he's just a fucking bully-nazi.

The estate papers I was supposed to do three months ago, are nearly finished. And I say NEARLY because, as usual, my boss made about a gazillion mistakes, and I have to sit and go over them, LINE-BY-FUCKING-LINE, in order to make sure they are done correctly. This pisses me off, because I AM NOT THE FUCKING ATTORNEY. However, when I take a deep breath and stop to think, I am very lucky to even HAVE a job, and learning shit like this is EXACTLY what I need, because one of these days I'm going to get a REAL job.

I'm lonely. I'm sad. I'm sick, both from the cold I can't get rid of and from FORGETTING to take my medicine for 16 days. How does one forget to take one's meds for 16 days? Beats the FUCK outta me, but I managed to do it. Finally found them yesterday, IN MY PURSE, for shit's sake, and am trying to get back on track, medicinally. I have not been able to taste anything for over a week, which, you would think would discourage me from eating, wouldn't you? Well, you would be wrong, sadly, if you thought that. This morning I heated up coffee from YESTERDAY, because really, what the hell does it matter? It's hot, and I can't taste it anyway....

*sigh*

Thanks for listening/reading my bitch-and-moan session. Do I feel better? Not really, but if the sun manages to make an appearance today, I'm sure I will eventually...

9 comments:

Avitable said...

You should give your father-in-law as a bonus to your boss, give the estate papers to your husband, and go to a spa for a week.

Miss Anne Derstood said...

Dude, if you were older, I'd marry you....

Bina said...

This blog drama going on? At first I had no clue. Then I did some looking around and found the very culprit (well, one of them) and read his blog, then hers. I agree, it's none of my business or anyone else's so why in God's name it was all over their OWN blogs, I'll never know. And what kind of stupid ass would take him back anyway? Me? See ya! Glad to be rid of ya!

Okay, your husband? Should HE be on meds? I mean really! What prevents you from sneaking in at night with an iron skillet, or duct tapping his dick to his hands or something.

baseballmom said...

Damn, I bet you just wanna bitchslap your husband. Mine was an ASS when his mom had cancer, and treated our whole family like shit during it and after she passed away. My mother's day was miserable that year, and finally I sat his ass down and told him that I knew he was hurting, but if he was going to continue to treat us that way, we were leaving for awhile. I told him to go talk to someone professional if he needed to (of course he flat out denied that, and shot it down in flames). Guys suck. Maybe it's time for a job hunt...your boss would realize how much you really do if you were gone!

mitchell said...

my palace and arms are wide open awaiting your arrival.

Alekx said...

I'm telling you if my hubby acted that way I'd stick a damn 40 calibur in his face and say mother fucker next time you talk to me like that I'll pull the damn trigger and take my chances with the legal system.

I'm just saying

baseballmom said...

My meme's up, Miss Anne!

the planet of janet said...

tell the dickhead that janet is gonna come after him if he doesn't shape up soon.

I'M just sayin' ....

Rachael said...

Dude, I am so nosy that now I'm curious about this whole blog drama business.