Not much going on today. I am REALLY hating the fact that it is only Monday, but whatcha gonna do. Had a nice little vaca over Thanksgiving. It was fun as always to see everyone. Some things never change, the boys were late, Uncle Jeff carved the Turkey, and we had some laughs. I was trapped in a house with 12 different kinds of pie, more potatoes than I knew what to do with, and a Grandmother who was constantly telling me that she is going to die. How could that not be fun? Unfortunately my family was not nearly as excited as I was at the idea of playing a few rounds of Taboo. Their loss. Who doesn't like Taboo?
I have somehow developed an allergy to my old house. I lived there my entire life but now from the second I enter the house to the second I leave I am sneezing non-stop. As you can imagine it is quite annoying. Last time I was home I used it as an excuse to partake in some of the over the counter allergy medicine. The little pink pills. Take one you stop sneezing. Take two, you stop sneezing and start having dreams while you are awake, then you fall peacefully asleep. Dreaming while awake is always sort of fun. But I couldn't find them this time and I also wanted to get some extra attention/sympathy from Grammy. Sneezing is always a good way to get it. That and saying you are soooooo hungry you can't stand to go on another second with out eating.
I also seemed to have developed a phobia of vacuum cleaners. I know I have always hated the act of vacuuming, and I was never a big fan of the sound they made, but it has gotten to the point where when one enters the room I freak out. Either because it is on and I hate the sound, or because I am afraid someone is going to turn it on. Thank goodness neither me or my roommate is much of a vacuumer. I think this has come from the OCD neighbor that lives above us that insists on vacuuming at least 3 hours a day...everyday.
While at home I learned that not only does Eris think I am high-maintenance but my parents do as well. I really thought I did a good job of hiding it. But I think with my parents it has more to do with the fact that Mark was just an easier child. He doesn't seem to require much of anything at all while I need to be fed on a regular basis and I suppose I have more requests as to what we do and where we go. They should have stopped with him. But I guess sometimes you have to learn your lessons the hard way.
It is pretty quiet today. I have only had to answer the phone a few times. Andy hasn't arrived today and Jake is out of the office. It is nice to be able to come in here and relax a little. But I am sure the second the little fucker walks in the door he will be having me order him a burrito or something. Just thinking about it pisses me off. And then there is Marge. First and last person I see at work everyday. She is just so annoying. And for someone who takes her job very seriously she sure does have a problem picking up the phone when my line rings. She saw my line ringing, she saw me on the phone. Pick it up! I mean come on. Blatant disregard for common courtesy. I always pick up her phone. She was just sitting there as always, getting ready to mess something up, the least she could have done was pick up my damn phone. But oh well. Almost lunch time. Now me and my ONE remaining work friend can go eat soup and talk about how we don't have any money.
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