Bitching and whining. Meh.
I am less angry now than I was this morning, so it's difficult to rage about how miserable the day started when it's improved since. Still...
It really, really, really bothers me that Justin chose to stay home today. While I was working at home last week, buried under snow, he stayed home, too, but he can't do any work while he's at home, so those were three days off, unpaid, with a valid excuse. Last night, he decides to enjoy some beer, some scotch and generally take his time getting to bed, which was fine by me as I, too, stayed up late. Except... I can manage on a couple hours of sleep. He cannot. There was no way he was going in today. He made up excuse after excuse to justify his decision, but the fact remains that he spent three days out last week and is taking his fourth consecutive day off today. So much for wanting to get paid, right? And he lied to me this morning when offering up his excuses, telling me he'd been communicating with his boss regularly via email. I called him on it, and he admitted it, but man does that shit piss me off. But fine, whatever, let him fuck off if that's what he thinks is best for him. I'm not his mother. I never want to be.
He assures me that he had no problem getting out of the driveway despite the fact that it's still snow-laden. I suspect I won't have the same luck, but I've got to try. What other choice do I have, right? So, out I went into the winter wilderness... only to promptly get the car stuck. Fine. I managed to pull forward again and get unstuck. I tried to evaluate what I did wrong and correct for it... only to get so very stuck when I tried again that I was incapable of moving either forward or back. So, I tried to call Justin. No answer. Again. No answer. I called Liz to let her know I'll be late picking her up. Tried calling Justin a couple more times. Nope. He couldn't be bothered to answer his phone. Messaged him, text and google. Nothing. He's probably sleeping again. Fine, so I trudged back through all the show between the car and the door, headed back upstairs and had to get him to come down. Took him forever to get the car out--which is an impressive feat, in truth. It was already time for me to be at work by then, but I'd rather work at work than at home after three days of feeling like I was getting fuckall done. I'd rather not sit there and deal with Justin, either, and I'm sure he feels the same. Seriously, fourth consecutive day off. Because he fucking feels like it. WTF? Why am I the only one who has to be a grown up? I didn't sleep much last night either, you know.
So, got into work a good 35 minutes late. Worked through lunch today to compensate.
Had a consultant come sit with me to evaluate the tools I use to work, particularly our phone software. Even with everyone else logged out of the queue, I did not get one single call the entire time he was here.
It just feels like a crumby day. Trying to get work done, but feeling unfocused. I'm tired of being a grown-up and want to pretend I have no responsibilities like Justin does. It sounds fun, sleeping in and playing video games... It'd be a lot easier to accept if I knew he weren't just making excuses to justify what he wants to do. Anything to make his bad behavior seem reasonable. Fucking bullshit. Bleh.
It really, really, really bothers me that Justin chose to stay home today. While I was working at home last week, buried under snow, he stayed home, too, but he can't do any work while he's at home, so those were three days off, unpaid, with a valid excuse. Last night, he decides to enjoy some beer, some scotch and generally take his time getting to bed, which was fine by me as I, too, stayed up late. Except... I can manage on a couple hours of sleep. He cannot. There was no way he was going in today. He made up excuse after excuse to justify his decision, but the fact remains that he spent three days out last week and is taking his fourth consecutive day off today. So much for wanting to get paid, right? And he lied to me this morning when offering up his excuses, telling me he'd been communicating with his boss regularly via email. I called him on it, and he admitted it, but man does that shit piss me off. But fine, whatever, let him fuck off if that's what he thinks is best for him. I'm not his mother. I never want to be.
He assures me that he had no problem getting out of the driveway despite the fact that it's still snow-laden. I suspect I won't have the same luck, but I've got to try. What other choice do I have, right? So, out I went into the winter wilderness... only to promptly get the car stuck. Fine. I managed to pull forward again and get unstuck. I tried to evaluate what I did wrong and correct for it... only to get so very stuck when I tried again that I was incapable of moving either forward or back. So, I tried to call Justin. No answer. Again. No answer. I called Liz to let her know I'll be late picking her up. Tried calling Justin a couple more times. Nope. He couldn't be bothered to answer his phone. Messaged him, text and google. Nothing. He's probably sleeping again. Fine, so I trudged back through all the show between the car and the door, headed back upstairs and had to get him to come down. Took him forever to get the car out--which is an impressive feat, in truth. It was already time for me to be at work by then, but I'd rather work at work than at home after three days of feeling like I was getting fuckall done. I'd rather not sit there and deal with Justin, either, and I'm sure he feels the same. Seriously, fourth consecutive day off. Because he fucking feels like it. WTF? Why am I the only one who has to be a grown up? I didn't sleep much last night either, you know.
So, got into work a good 35 minutes late. Worked through lunch today to compensate.
Had a consultant come sit with me to evaluate the tools I use to work, particularly our phone software. Even with everyone else logged out of the queue, I did not get one single call the entire time he was here.
It just feels like a crumby day. Trying to get work done, but feeling unfocused. I'm tired of being a grown-up and want to pretend I have no responsibilities like Justin does. It sounds fun, sleeping in and playing video games... It'd be a lot easier to accept if I knew he weren't just making excuses to justify what he wants to do. Anything to make his bad behavior seem reasonable. Fucking bullshit. Bleh.