yes, I'd love some cheese with my whine.

[douxquemiel]

Okay, Karma. I get it. This is just my week. Big things have gone wrong, little things have gone wrong, and I'm swinging between a decent mood about the whole mess to feeling like crap (THAT I blame on hormones, at least), and it's only Wednesday. I don’t know what I’ve done recently to deserve this, or if I’m just going to get amazing luck in the future, but DEAR GOD.

Okay, so. Some things are really crappy, some are only kind of crappy, but voila, my week thus far, in a nutshell.

Warning: serious bitching and moaning beneath the cut, listed more for posterity and my own reference than anything else; I’m just kind of impressed at how ridiculous life can get.


Sunday:

• Laundry day. Idiocy abounds.
  
• We recently switched credit card accounts, and still don’t have replacement credit cards, and that’s what Wes uses for gas and for the rare times he needs money. I don’t have any cash, and we’ve been too busy to hit an ATM, so he’s financially running on fumes for this week.
  
• Our last day of freedom. I knew I had a busy week coming up, what with working three long days in a row. Wes has a rough week as well; he’s got classes and lab, as usual, but on top of that he’s got to proctor three exams this week (he was home at 9:30pm yesterday and won’t be done until 11pm or later tonight), PLUS he’s got a presentation on Thursday night, and maybe an exam.

Monday:

• Generally very Monday-ish, and feeling like crap.
  
• We found out that one of Wes’ childhood friends has been missing since Friday, and spent the evening at a vigil in Boston.
  
• Found out a close friend’s father and grandmother passed away.
  
• Final load of laundry has been forgotten downstairs, since I had to put it in right before bed at 11:00 pm on Sunday night.
  
  • [ed: Still haven’t retrieved it, and it’s Wednesday. I’m going to have to re-run half of it to shake out the wrinkles.]

Tuesday:

• Twelve hour work day.
  
• Tunamelt of epic expectations was only mediocre (they added this gross sauce, boo).
  
• Got into random argument with Wes about characterization (don’t ask).

Wednesday:

• Twelve hour work day #2.
  
• Wes has no gas and $3 to his name (see Sunday, re: waiting on new credit card), and won’t be home until after 11pm, if he comes home at all (he might just stay with a buddy in Waltham).
  
• Today the event I’m working late for is at the President’s House, and I have to be Presentable ‘N’ Shit, meaning nice trousers, a shell sweater, and blazer. It took me ten minutes to round up my entire outfit, and in the process I also realized I only own two (yes, TWO) pairs of Really Nice Work Pants. Suckitude.
  
• It is 33 degrees, windy, and rainy. I walk to work. I had to stuff my nice work pants into my wellies (which was a ridiculous PAIN in the ass, augh) and brave the weather. My half mile walk to work felt like a ten mile slog. The wind nearly blew my umbrella inside-out, the rain was coming at me sideways, and it was just cold enough to freeze my nose off. I got a blister on one heel from my boots (which will be AWESOME when I’m standing in heels for four hours later tonight), and by the time I arrived at work my knees were SOAKED (my boots come up to just below my knees, and my coat ends at a couple inches above my knees).

Yet to Come:

• Twelve hour day #3.
  
• Yet another dinner at the President’s House, pulling together a Nice Outfit (probably with the Other Pair of nice pants I own) and probably a similar slog to work.
  
• Wes won’t be home until at least 10 or 11pm, again, if he’s home at all.

Friday is a normal work day, I can wear jeans, and it can’t come soon enough.

It’s officially at the point where I’m just going to take this shit in stride. BRING IT ON, WORLD. This weekend I’m getting into my pajamas on Friday night with a box of wine and NOT LEAVING MY COUCH.

But for now-- *stares warily at the rest of her week, rolls up sleeves......*