Not very social
The 15 to 20 min walk to work isn’t so bad, but that on top of a 40 min drive kind of blows. I also do pretty much everything in the morning, like feed the dogs, take them out, feed the birds, wake up my wife, and get my lunch… I have learned to do this all by myself or they may not happen or I will be late if my wife and I are carpooling.
Speaking about my wife, she is the reason that this entry is friends only. I don’t really have a lot of “real” friends. There are a few people who I hang out with once or twice a month (at the most) who I would call friends, but no one I can just bitch to and will have them listen. Wow I sound like … a girl.
It has been like this for the last 5 years, so I am use to it.
WWNO (my local NPR radio station) is having their fall members drive for donations. I really should donate as I probably listen to NPR for 5 to 15 hours a week. Maybe I will stop being a cheap skate and donate $50 this week.
Normally I just drink coffee in the morning. It keeps my heart rate up, but it never seems to wake me up any more. I don’t think I really need breakfast. Damn Suburban.
So last night I got home from work and put the YOGO in the freezer. Now I had to stop for this YOGO for my wife. She is on fall break (2 days, or a 4 day weekend, however you want to look at it) and was not leaving the house yesterday. She told me she was going to clean up up stairs, what ever.
I went too far.
Backing up, at work I was having a silly day. I told a co-worker that she stole my copier right from under my nose. She stuck her tongue out at me, so I called her ugly. I then saved myself by adding that she doesn’t have to be so ugly about dealing with me calling her a thief.
Yea, so I told my wife this on the phone. All of a sudden I am a “High School kid flirting with girls.” I can’t make this up; I did not say these words. I gave her shit and asked why she even said that. “I have been thinking that you’re flirting with her for a while!”
“What? Why?”
“The way that I have seen you acting with her.”
“… you have never seen me with her for longer than 5 min at once.”
“It is the way you talk about her and you are with her. You need to be more professional at work!”
“…”
I hung up the phone on her at this point. There were a few reasons for it, only one of which that I was trying to remain professional at work. I wanted to, in front of all my co-workers, start shouting at her. I wanted to put my head into the phone and come out the other side like in a cartoon and slap her. I am not normally too violent. Also because her accusations were horribly inaccurate.
She called back right away. I was not ready to talk.
I hung up on her right away, never said a word. Well it could have been official business, who gives a fuck.
She called back a min later:
“Why did you hang up on me?”
“Why did you say that shit?”
”Because it is true!”
”Yes, for the total of 10 minutes that you have EVER seen me and Kerry together we probably looked like we were having a hard time keeping our clothes on while in the same vicinity or some shit HUH!?”
“Look, I am just saying that while you’re at work you need to be more professional and stop acting like a high school kid flirting.”
I feel like Zack from “Saved by the Bell”. First off, my wife has been into my office about 2 times for about 5 min each. As I think you all know I am in the military. They have this way of making you feel great about the job you do by ranking you on a 1 – 7 scale (7 being the best) in about 30 categories. This pretty much rates how “professional” you are. Let me also just state that a 7 is close to impossible to get, as is a 1. The scale is really 2 – 6 and 4 is considered above average … I need a roll eye emoicon. Needless to say that I just got marked about 2 weeks ago and had only one 4 and the rest were 5’s and 6’s. My job thinks that I am professional, but my wife is the real authority behind this don’t ya know?
I proceeded to tell her she has no idea what she is talking about. The only stories that I tell her are the silly/funny/interesting ones; she has no idea what goes on 98% of the time at work. I got some bullshit line about how it sounds like I am Kerry’s shoulder to cry on. All I do is listen to her complain about her husband… sometimes.
What. The. Fuck. Evar.
So even after a few hours of Sara being a total bitch to me she still called me every 45 min asking me to do something for her. When she asked me to stop at the Asian-mart to get YOGO I confronted her about why she was being a bitch. See above conversation and move it forward in time about 3 hours to get an idea of what happen.
I am home now, YOGO is in the freezer, I go out to smoke a cig while getting the mail. I run into my wife walking back from the mailbox, mail in hand… with my neighbor at her side laughing. Today must not have been to big of a thing to her. We get home and decide on a movie.
Side-note: We currently have over 10 movies to watch, 5 of them are rented.
She decides on watching “Welcome to Mooseport”. I really had no desire to watch this as I knew it would not be my style of humor, but it was better than sitting through “Hildalgo”. After 22 min Sara remembers she hated Gene Hackman and this movie is not really funny.
O.K.
So I had put “Ichi the Killer” (if anyone knows, does Ichi = 1 in Japanese?) on my Net Flix list and it was at the house. I remembered reading that it was a pretty violent shock kind of movie with good directing and imagery. Well I only made it through 20 min of this movie. Notice a pattern? Well this time it was for other reasons, Sara thought she was going to throw up. She really hates rape scenes in movies, and this one started out with one. It took me 3 times to get her to finish “A Clockwork Orange”. Oh well, she is getting home late tonight so I will just finish it then.
Next was “City of God”. A sort of docu-drama kind of movie, I recalled it being recommended from a few people so I put it on my Net Flix list as well. Take a guess? That is right seven minutes. Then some kid knocks on the door trying to sell his wares. My neighbor is out front working on Halloween decorations, Sara offers him our help (not like I wanted to FINISH a movie tonight, just watch them). I am done at close to 9:45pm so if I want to get any sleep I should not finish a 2h10m movie I am only 7 min into. Sara said we should help my neighbor so I blame this all on her.
IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORKING 100%
GET OFF MY BACK AND STOP TRYING TO BRING ME DOWN WITH YOUR DEPRESSION!
So your health is not at its peak, neither is mine. You’re ahead of the game, you quit smoking and I can’t. You have a 4.0 and got accepted into your nursing school of choice. So you have a few health problems, we are FINE.
Yea, I am just going to wait it out. Normally she knows she is being a bitch, but won’t admit it for a while. See, I am trying to keep things in a positive spin so I tell my wife about the silly things at work and what happens? It really fukin backfires on me.
I am going to go see if anywhere is still serving breakfast. I think I want something with out maple syrup just to spite that bastard in the Suburban.


