Waiting to go home
I am not in the best of moods, but I am glad the day is coming to an end. Psy already left for Plainfield, because he got a call from a handyman who is coming to look at the house to make an estimate on a zillion things we need to have repaired to comply with the house inspection. It's a long story, don't ask.
The handyman is actually a neighbor who has lived in Plainfield for 25 years. His partner is a hairdresser, and we met them at a housewarming party several weeks ago. His last name is actually Pinkman, although it is a perfect name for him because he is pink, blond, and chubby. He is the one who asked me where I worked and I made the mistake of telling him the name of my firm, which led him to open his eyes very wide and say, "Isn't that the number one law firm in the nation?" Now he thinks that Psy and I are rich and can afford to pay top dollar. Little does he know I am just a peon who works 15 hours a week now (even though it feels like I am here 60 hours like I used to).
So Psy is meeting with him tonight. I don't like the guy and I don't like strangers in our house. I even had a mini jealous fantasy that he and Psy would get it on. I don't know why, but my sixth sense tells me that Psy is going to pay me back for this school thing by cheating on me.
My weaving class went well, except that my fellow students are starting to get a dose of my antisocial nature. I go in so focused to do what I need to do so that I do not have any homework, that I forget to chit chat with people. I am literally a weaving machine. So I went to get a warping board and this girl, Heather, with whom I had a nice chat last Friday, looked at me funny and said, "Uhm, HELLO! [Mr.E}." I was like, "Oh, hi Heather!" Then later on this other girl, whose name I forget, did the same thing, and I apologized and said, "I am sorry I didn't say hello, but I am just running from one place to the other trying to get everything done."
Anyway, I have to remember to be courteous. On the other hand, they know I am a lawyer so I can get away with the reputation that brings. You want honey? Go to the bees.
I finished my weaving project (we did a plaid) and now the yucky work comes: I have to mat all the woven pieces and put them in a presentation book. I HATE preparing presentations of any type, as well as having to glue or tape things. Grrrr.
By the way, I have decided that I am going to talk all I want about school in here and OD but not with Psy. Perhaps I have been talking too much about what goes on in my life; sometimes it is better not to share too much. He sees how excited and happy I am and I think it backfires in some odd way. Or maybe it doesn't and I am just imagining things.
I have my least favorite class first thing tomorrow morning: color theory. It is such a pain in the ass. Our assignment for this week was to paint a gray scale in 12 steps. I. Hate. It. And I hate our professor, Mr. FuddyDuddy, who is gay on top of that, and seems more like those aging Castro St. queens than anything you find in NY. I bet he likes to be fist fucked while wearing a zippered latex hood over his head.
Then is Miss Love's class, which progresses at a snail's pace. That class is such a waste of time, I could do better things.
I probably will have no chance to get online this weekend, so have a nice weekend everyone.
The handyman is actually a neighbor who has lived in Plainfield for 25 years. His partner is a hairdresser, and we met them at a housewarming party several weeks ago. His last name is actually Pinkman, although it is a perfect name for him because he is pink, blond, and chubby. He is the one who asked me where I worked and I made the mistake of telling him the name of my firm, which led him to open his eyes very wide and say, "Isn't that the number one law firm in the nation?" Now he thinks that Psy and I are rich and can afford to pay top dollar. Little does he know I am just a peon who works 15 hours a week now (even though it feels like I am here 60 hours like I used to).
So Psy is meeting with him tonight. I don't like the guy and I don't like strangers in our house. I even had a mini jealous fantasy that he and Psy would get it on. I don't know why, but my sixth sense tells me that Psy is going to pay me back for this school thing by cheating on me.
My weaving class went well, except that my fellow students are starting to get a dose of my antisocial nature. I go in so focused to do what I need to do so that I do not have any homework, that I forget to chit chat with people. I am literally a weaving machine. So I went to get a warping board and this girl, Heather, with whom I had a nice chat last Friday, looked at me funny and said, "Uhm, HELLO! [Mr.E}." I was like, "Oh, hi Heather!" Then later on this other girl, whose name I forget, did the same thing, and I apologized and said, "I am sorry I didn't say hello, but I am just running from one place to the other trying to get everything done."
Anyway, I have to remember to be courteous. On the other hand, they know I am a lawyer so I can get away with the reputation that brings. You want honey? Go to the bees.
I finished my weaving project (we did a plaid) and now the yucky work comes: I have to mat all the woven pieces and put them in a presentation book. I HATE preparing presentations of any type, as well as having to glue or tape things. Grrrr.
By the way, I have decided that I am going to talk all I want about school in here and OD but not with Psy. Perhaps I have been talking too much about what goes on in my life; sometimes it is better not to share too much. He sees how excited and happy I am and I think it backfires in some odd way. Or maybe it doesn't and I am just imagining things.
I have my least favorite class first thing tomorrow morning: color theory. It is such a pain in the ass. Our assignment for this week was to paint a gray scale in 12 steps. I. Hate. It. And I hate our professor, Mr. FuddyDuddy, who is gay on top of that, and seems more like those aging Castro St. queens than anything you find in NY. I bet he likes to be fist fucked while wearing a zippered latex hood over his head.
Then is Miss Love's class, which progresses at a snail's pace. That class is such a waste of time, I could do better things.
I probably will have no chance to get online this weekend, so have a nice weekend everyone.