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I'm actually somewhat glad it's Monday. This past weekend was just too much. Saturday I had to go shopping and register with my step-mother. I really didn't need much, when I was with Tino we bought so much stuff. Plus I've been getting little by little myself. But she's dead set on throwing me a baby shower. First store we went to, she didn't look anything there. Second store she thought the sales associate was rude, so we ended up going to a third store. We must have spent three hours there, I think she ended up picking out most of the stuff because anything I liked she didn't.. not sure how that works, since it's MY baby. But I didn't feel like arguing, so whatever.
Then Sunday was my godson's 7th birthday. He wanted a birthday party at Fenway. Since that's not totally possible, his mother took him and five of his friends to Fenway for a game. Somehow I got suckered into helping. It was me, his mother, his 4 year-old sister and five 7 year-olds. His father was supposed to come but got called into work. It might have been a good game if we stayed until the 9th, but around the seventh inning the boys were getting so rowdy we had to leave.
Now it's Monday and I'm at work. It's not too bad today, they're a big meeting going on so I'm pretty much playing bitch. I have to order their lunch, make their coffee and all this other crap that isn't in my job description. Days like this I really wish I finished college instead of dropping out for some jackass.
Okay, they're running low on creamer so I have to run to the store and get more. Fun. And I didn't even get to complain about Tino. Or how I'm so horny even the ugliest guys are starting to look somewhat attractive. Yay for hormones.
Then Sunday was my godson's 7th birthday. He wanted a birthday party at Fenway. Since that's not totally possible, his mother took him and five of his friends to Fenway for a game. Somehow I got suckered into helping. It was me, his mother, his 4 year-old sister and five 7 year-olds. His father was supposed to come but got called into work. It might have been a good game if we stayed until the 9th, but around the seventh inning the boys were getting so rowdy we had to leave.
Now it's Monday and I'm at work. It's not too bad today, they're a big meeting going on so I'm pretty much playing bitch. I have to order their lunch, make their coffee and all this other crap that isn't in my job description. Days like this I really wish I finished college instead of dropping out for some jackass.
Okay, they're running low on creamer so I have to run to the store and get more. Fun. And I didn't even get to complain about Tino. Or how I'm so horny even the ugliest guys are starting to look somewhat attractive. Yay for hormones.