The Calm After the Storm
I have been sick all week. I am finally better after acquiring antibiotics (the strong nasty kind), a shot and some decongestants.
Yesterday I worked and things went very well. I am very pleased with everyone.
E is working working working nonstop. He works during the week and he gigs at a church on the weekend. It pays pretty decent money, but now he's starting to kiss ass to everyone at the church because he wants to get on the music staff. This church is not exactly your traditional neighborhood/small town church. It's one of the MASSIVE come to Jesus places. A lot of the people there are fake. It's a fucking fashion show when you walk in. It's supposed to "casual" and appeal to the everyday person, but it doesn't. E likes for me to come and watch him play, so I do, but I get angry every time at all the teeny bopper singers onstage flaunting around pretending to be on some mission from God. They also play advertisements during the services. I don't want to be advertised to when I go to church.
E is going to burnout working 7 days a week. I have hardly seen him, when he gets home he's dead tired and grouchy, then on Sat and Sun mornings he has to be there at like 6am. Then he comes home and sleeps until Monday morning. We haven't done much together lately, except Starbucks. I'm frustrated. It'd be nice to have a date once in a while.
Ha, maybe I will just go on a date with myself. I've been telling him that I've been wanting to see this new movie for several weeks now. It gets ignored.
I'm going to check movie times...
Yesterday I worked and things went very well. I am very pleased with everyone.
E is working working working nonstop. He works during the week and he gigs at a church on the weekend. It pays pretty decent money, but now he's starting to kiss ass to everyone at the church because he wants to get on the music staff. This church is not exactly your traditional neighborhood/small town church. It's one of the MASSIVE come to Jesus places. A lot of the people there are fake. It's a fucking fashion show when you walk in. It's supposed to "casual" and appeal to the everyday person, but it doesn't. E likes for me to come and watch him play, so I do, but I get angry every time at all the teeny bopper singers onstage flaunting around pretending to be on some mission from God. They also play advertisements during the services. I don't want to be advertised to when I go to church.
E is going to burnout working 7 days a week. I have hardly seen him, when he gets home he's dead tired and grouchy, then on Sat and Sun mornings he has to be there at like 6am. Then he comes home and sleeps until Monday morning. We haven't done much together lately, except Starbucks. I'm frustrated. It'd be nice to have a date once in a while.
Ha, maybe I will just go on a date with myself. I've been telling him that I've been wanting to see this new movie for several weeks now. It gets ignored.
I'm going to check movie times...