Current mood:
irate Ok, so if you have a husband or significant other... you might be able to relate to this.
Last night, my lovely husband went to the Pistons game and to chalk talk, whatever the f*ck that is. He calls me to let me know he has no service, and if something happens to call his friend Bob’s phone cuz he has service. So... ok.
Annmarie and I hang out watchin tv til like midnight... I go to bed, watch the rest of the show til like 1245, after I realize I’ve been dozing thru most of it, so I turn it off and fall asleep.
I wake up around 2am... Still no husband, he’s supposed to work at 6am, and haven’t heard or seen him. So I lay there... Get up, go to the bathroom, look for a phone downstairs, and call him.
VOICEMAIL.
great, I’m like... where could they be? its 230 am, they can’t be in a bar, he has to be on his way home from the Palace, which would mean that he has service SOMEWHERE.
So I call bob’s phone.... 4 rings... voicemail. WTF? Try again, both phones. Same deal. I finally leave a message on bobs phone something to the effect, "you better be glad that I’m not in labor right now, where the hell are you two at 230 in the morning with no service?"
So then I’m laying there, stewing..... I try back and forth for the next 15 min. NOTHING. Then of course, right outside the house on Merriman, I hear tires screeching. Wasn’t quite sure of if they were accelerating, or slamming on the brakes. So that of course makes me paranoid that they are in a ditch DEAD somewhere. So I call some more...
Needless to say, this goes on for.... uh... another like hour. I try to relax, yet I’m pissed off as hell, thinking I’m gonna have to call Ann to take me to the hospital cuz I’m gonna put myself in labor, and the asshole is gonna be served with divorce papers if hes really still ALIVE cuz he missed the birth of our 3rd child.
Finally i must have relaxed enough to fall asleep for a few minutes, cuz I heard someone downstairs. So I get up, go down there... and brian’s on the couch.
AWWWSHEIT>>>> you better believe I was PISSED!!!
you know there were like 20 questions flying out of my mouth, where were you? couldn’t you call me? why didn’t bob answer his phone? at midnight when you were still at the palace "hanging with michael irving" whoever the fuck that is, you couldn’t call and let me know you weren’t coming home?
All he could say was, I’m sorry... I’m sorry.... My phone died, I don’t know why I just charged it yesterday. UM, MOTHER F*CKER, YOU SAID BOB’S PHONE WORKED, YOU COULDN’T USE HIS? He couldnt give me a time of when he was where, or anything. He said he hung out at bobs for a while, I’m like... he has no CLOCKS in his house? So he’s drunk, not able to give me a timeline of ANYTHING. and i just tell him to F*ck off, and go upstairs to bed crying.
Why is it that men have NO FREAKING IDEA of anything once they are drinking. Ok, its not like im just hanging out at home... I CAN HAVE THIS BABY ANYTIME. wouldn’t you be a little more responsible? I mean, its not like hes 20... hes f*cking 40 years old. He shoulda outgrown the stupidity years ago. If i wanted to deal with a dumbass 20 year old, I’d leave his ass and go find one. LOL
Not to mention when he says that i should call bobs phone, and he doesn’t answer..........what would that make you think? they’re dead? that he doesn’t give a shit? i dunno... I was LIVID.
So, I’ve only answered required questions today. I told him not to think because he got home at 4am that he is gonna lay on the couch all day.
HMMMMMMMM
Low and behold, what do you think he’s doing? SLEEPING ON THE MOTHER F*CKING COUCH. And of course, any of you who know the "gang" knows that they will be drinking ALL DAY at opening day for the Tigers tomorrow. So.... really. He goes out all night... calls in sick for work, sleeps all day.... then gets up at uh..... 7am tomorrow to drink all day then. what the hell is this?
And if you know anything, you know that we aren’t totally ready for this kid to come yet. I know that you never "really" are... But a carseat in the car would be a good thing.
I’m just pissing myself off more blogging about this, but I knew I had to get it off my chest. Cuz tomorrow I might be getting this baby out of my stomach on my own. i might as well tell you guys why ahead of time.
Stupid ass mother f*cking ass hole.
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Just a quick update:
Casey has the infamous poo bug too. Brian had a Free press reporter with him in his car today, and Casey revealed that she now had what Leena had, by shitting in the car. LOL
Needless to say, the interview was cut short.
:)
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Why is it that negative things cause me to blog 99% of the time?
Here I go.....
Once upon a Wednesday, what was supposed to be one of Brian's days off, turned into being one he had to work. So....the drama starts the day before.
Tuesday, 9:15am.
Ring, Ring.... "hello?"
"hey, what time do you work tomorrow?"
"12:00, I called a meeting."
"Shit. Can you go in later? They want me to do an interdiction thing with a press conference after we put Marta down."
"um.... NO I can't cancel it."
"Fuck. Can you see if you can find a sitter?"
"uh, if it were last week when kids were out of school, maybe. But I don't know this week. I can try, I'll let you know."
5 phone calls later.
"Brian, I didn't get anyone to call back yet. As soon as I know, I'll call you back."
"Ok, son-of-a-bitch. God damn babysitting issues." Excuse me for doing all that I can.
Meanwhile, I get ready for work, get the kids dressed and in the car for preschool. More phone calls are made.
"Brian, still nothing, I'm waiting for Jen to call me back. No one else is available."
Fast forward, Jen can do it.
Fast forward more, meeting went ok.... work went ok...
Get home, start to relax... watch tv, get ready to go to bed. I hear the loving husband from the basement, "DARCY!!!!!!!!! Come down here!"
uh.... "ok."
thru the kitchen, down the basement steps...
"what in the hell is that?"
I see nastiness all over the laundry room floor. Including over the clothes. Looks to be some sort of SHIT. And I mean that in the literal term.
"Does that look like your cat?" he asks me.
"um," Nero has had issues before.... "not unless he didn't shit for a week. Thats waaaaaayy too much to be from a cat." As you all know, I'm a cat shit professional. *sarcasm*
As we both stand there in awe, looking at the 4-foot-long explosion of poo across the scrap of carpet, the miscellaneous clothing waiting to be washed and the tile.
His beloved dog, Leena is standing in the basement..... I turn around and ask, "could it have been Leena?"
He calls her, "Leena, come!"
She stands still. Either pretending (ok, she's 13, not really pretending) to be deaf, or scared *shitless* to walk thru the door. No pun intended.
"LEENA, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"
She turns into a question mark, and cowers right outside the door. To me, the proof is in the posture. He drags her in the room, and yells at her.
I'm relieved its NOT my cat. LOL Cuz then he has to clean it up FOR SURE.
Then lets her outside, swears a whole lot more, puts her in her crate, and we start to sort poo-splattered laundry. Nothing like washing each load twice to make sure its clean.
Fast forward til 8 am Thursday morning. We both have the day off together (kinda). He goes downstairs. Yup, you guessed it, she shit in her crate and on the floor.
He lets her out..... need I say more? the snow has been defiled.
He's got to go to a dentist appt...
Calls the vet. Prescribed 3 ammodium ad for the day, no food.
Tried, didn't work. still a shit-o-matic. We deal with that for the day, in addition to him having to rig a leaking pipe in our basement. Which didn't work by the way, but he was atleast smart enough not to try to replace it. We would have had a flooded and shitty basement.
Friday 6am.
Brian gets up and ready for work, lets the dogs out together this morning... which usually doesn't happen, but is using it as a preventative to shitting in the kennel or the house. Casey runs into Leena.... she yelps. Not a good sign.
I get the boys downstairs around 8am. Business as usual for us. Its kinda chilly in here.... hmm, I'll turn up the furnace. Its set at 69, it says its 67. I'll turn it up to 71. I go about my business for about 1/2 hr.... Why isn't it getting any warmer in here? I go back to the temp control. Same temp. I can hear the furnace starting to sound like its gonna start. But it doesn't. Over, and over, and over again.
SON OF A BITCH.
I call him... "Hey, did you notice anything with the furnace this morning?"
"No, why?"
"Cuz it's not working." I explained what I did.... More swearing from the other end of the line.
Nice, its snowing outside. I'm home with the kids til 1:30 and no furnace.
I call DTE, thank GOD for that plan I pay an extra $20 a month for. The super nice lady on the other end of the line says that they can have someone out today, but she doesn't know when. LOVELY. 16 more hours left in the day... that tells me nothing. I'm 33 weeks pregnant, have a 3 year old and a 2 year old. No furnace. I'm flipping thrilled. I leave 2 phone numbers for them to call, in case it gets too cold and we have to go to the in laws house.
We sit there all damn day. Chillin', literally.
Brian comes home, I go to work.
Work as usual. Pretty much discover staff needs to step up, or step out. People can't work this, don't wanna work that, requested this off, I never approved it, but they aren't working anyways, leave me fricking hanging, and do they care? not so much. I don't either anymore.
I call Brian back after my conference call, he said the furnace is fixed.
"What was it?"
"The guy was good, he was here for like 5 minutes and it was over. There is this spot that our furnace has that's the size of a pin hole that gets clogged. He just basically cleaned it out with a paper clip, and it started right up."
"Are you fucking kidding me? We sat there all day in the cold for that? Did he show you where it is, so if it happens again you can fix it?"
"Yeah, but there's no way I'll remember."
Shit........ the man remembers sports scores from 1983, what he did with who at some freaking post-high school party where bob pissed on someones head.... and he can't remember THIS. Something SEMI important to the survival and comfort of his family? Where did god go wrong? Really?
Work then turns into a 10pm closing night for Sonya and I....... Just what I wanted to end the week. And that also means that the other medicine the vet told us to get for her... won't be picked up tonight. He's thrilled, NOT>
Saturday, thank god for running smooth. 4 of us on staff, since NO ONE else felt that it was important enough to work shifts that might have been theirs to begin with, or to work and help out the team three weeks before EASTER. Remember. Paybacks. We survived.
However, Brian calls me to tell me he feels like shit, and thinks hes getting a cold/flu back. Great. The Charity auction is tonight..... He sucked it up and went anyways. Spent $115, it was fun..
Fast forward til Sunday.... 10:30am.
Ring, ring..
"hello?"
"can you call people? monica didn't show, and i called both numbers and she didn't answer."
"God damn it, there's no one to call, we're already fucked by another emp not able to work her shift, and no one else can get there before 12 or 2...."
"ok, well do what you can."
"10 phone calls later to my DM, other stores, other individual employees from those stores.... NOTHING.
I basically wanna scream. We had SUCH a good day yesterday, and whatever we were positive........ down the tubes. I'm imagining all of the complaints that I'm gonna have to field. We were booked heavy enough to use 4-5 people at open. There were 2. I can't win for losing. I can't find reliable open staff. I had two troopers. One sick one and one healthy one. But they were there, working their asses off.
I love my job, but I seriously do not need anymore drama.
Those who are done, are done.
For all of you out there in blog land.... there are days i wish i had my husbands job. at least i could pull people over like he does, scream at their stupid asses, I could be getting paid to be a bitch to someone. Work could be a stress reliever instead of a source. Not to mention I could carry a gun, take it to the range, and blow a target away to vent. Right now, I got this.................
Sorry for your luck.
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