Ugh.
So my first day back at work wasn't what I expected it to be. Eight hours? Hah! Immediately into the twelve hour seven days cycle. My foot is causing me pain. My neck, is causing me pain. And I have a headache. And I'm starting in the middle of the pay period again. Three weeks 'til my first check. That sucks.
When I got home, joy my roomy Steve is cleaning. And bitching, and moaning, and sniveling. And suggesting that I haven't done my share lately. So I pointed out all of the mess I cleaned up while he was at comicon. Stuff he was supposed to do before he left.
So he complained about cleaning after working. And having a headache.
So I compared his eight hours to my twelve, and told him to join the pain club of which I am a current member.
He shut up after that. Ah silence.
And then I told him I get to go to Mom's house and work some more. Which pretty much eliminates any more commentary from him.
Now I go.
When I got home, joy my roomy Steve is cleaning. And bitching, and moaning, and sniveling. And suggesting that I haven't done my share lately. So I pointed out all of the mess I cleaned up while he was at comicon. Stuff he was supposed to do before he left.
So he complained about cleaning after working. And having a headache.
So I compared his eight hours to my twelve, and told him to join the pain club of which I am a current member.
He shut up after that. Ah silence.
And then I told him I get to go to Mom's house and work some more. Which pretty much eliminates any more commentary from him.
Now I go.