Irritating Irritants
I need a serious attitude adjustment today. Any and everything is irritating me, including myself. I’m irritated that I’m so irritated.
It’s like I’m PMSing (I’m not, unless that “p” stands for “post”), or I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or someone pissed in my Wheaties.
Only, I don’t eat Wheaties and I’d really love to know how that particular cereal become the go-to product to symbolize the cereal we all must eat. See? Irritating.
I think it all started when I was laying in bed around midnight (trying to sleep) when I noticed The Other Sister was on.
Say what you will but I happen to love this movie! An old friend and I must have rented it at least half a dozen times after it came out and we’d laugh and laugh along with every viewing.
What’s that? Why didn’t we just buy the DVD? I don’t know! Didn’t your kindergarten teacher ever tell you not to ask stupid questions! Oh wait, she said there ARE no stupid questions. Well, she lied.
To make matters worse, after The Other Sister was over another one of my favorite movies came on: Max Dugan Returns.
My brother and I love Max Dugan Returns. LOVE IT. I’m even half-tempted to buy the movie poster and have it framed - hint, hint Jamie!! Christmas is just around the corner!
Either one of these movies would have been perfect Sunday afternoon fare but they don’t show fine cinema such as this at normal hours. That would be too easy, since I’d be able to watch and enjoy them! And we can’t have that!
The only reason I even knew these movies were playing is due to the annoying habit I’ve picked up of having to sleep with the TV on. I’ve been doing this since R has been gone and I don’t know why I keep doing it. I sleep like crap, I sleepily notice that I miss good movies and for what? So I can be grumpy the next day. GRUM-PY!!
I got to work after a mostly uneventful commute (that in and of itself is a miracle considering it was raining). I thought I’d get tons of work done today, I’d be super productive and in a grand old mood since I actually put more thought into my appearance this morning beyond: I wonder which pair of jeans are clean?
But 3 people asked me if I have a job interview today. Three. What? A girl can’t put on a skirt and heels without being accused of surreptitious activity? Have I been dressing that bad since R has left me??
(Truth be told, yes…)
I finally sit down at my desk and start guzzling my coffee when I attempt to sign into AT&T. After I pay bills I like to look at all my accounts so I can bask in the glory of the zeros.
I say attempt to sign in because I was told twice I have the wrong password. Piss. I hate passwords. When I try and convey to people just how horrible I am with passwords, I don’t think they’re really hearing me. I’m not shunning you or your blog, I suck at passwords. Period point blank. *karate chop*
For example, take last night. I decide to dust off my Facebook account and of course I had to reset the password. Five minutes later, I forgot what I changed it to. I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING. I could not for the life of me remember my brand new, five minute old password, people!
Here I was, back on the same exact road again this morning with AT&T. I was being threatened with the locking out of my account in bold red letters and that’s just no fun. You get locked out, you have to call, the account is in R’s name (Navy discount, woot!) and I’m loathe to do it.
Why? I HATE TALKING TO PEOPLE.
Scratch that - I HATE TALKING TO CUSTOMER SERVICE PEOPLE, THEY MAKE ME ANGRY.
Before my 3rd try at signing in (at which point I’d be locked out), I decide to… all together now: RESET THE PASSWORD!
It is right after I begin this process that I realize the entire time of getting exasperated with the computer, the website, LIFE - my caps lock was on. It’s why my password wasn’t working. Deep breath…
I thought about banging my head on my desk but I actually did my hair today and I didn’t want to mess it up.
After AT&T, I cruise on over to the JC Penney website (productive day, natch) to check on the order for the teen’s bed that I placed online yesterday.
Only, it’s not a bed. Upon further inspection I soon realize that what I actually ordered is merely the headboard. I don’t really feel like spending $167 (with tax) on an f’ing headboard, JCP.
Yeah, I know the thought of getting both the headboard and that little wheely bed thing for that price - I really should have known - but whatever. I DON’T READ. I SKIM.
I look at pretty picture, I look at price, I pull out card. That’s how things work around here. But I’ve learned my lesson, though. Oh yes I have! No more online shopping for me!
A bright spot to that whole thing… after I ordered the bed yesterday I realized I didn’t leave myself with much spending money for the week… so I texted R and asked him to GIVE ME SOME MONEY, HONEY! And he texted back: Sure.
Like, how nice is that? “Sure.” I love that man.
Our anniversary is this month. I can’t tell you which date because we never have really decided on one, not unlike how we can’t seem to nail down “our” song. I mean, in four years you have to wonder what we’ve been doing with all our time.
Sex. Lots and lots of sex.
Pssht. I wish. Hope your Monday is better than mine, chickadees. And if not, have some sex!