I feel some rant coming on kids, sorry…
I’ve mentioned a few times that I have one dude on my team at work, T. He pretty well always wears jeans and sneakers anymore, can’t be counted on to always show up for meetings or his shift at the other office, and he’s just pretty flaky. I’ve been trying to cut him some slack because his mom’s health is in the shitter and he’s taken on responsibility for taking care of her. Not a pleasant place to be for anyone. But still, he’s a grown up (in his 60s I think) so he should be able to either handle this or know that he can’t and take the appropriate actions to compensate.
He’s scheduled to teach a class today. It’s one he’s taught several times before so it shouldn’t be a big deal. He didn’t pay attention to the registration form and so there’s 15 people signed up. That’s a few too many for this kind of hands-on session. So me and another colleague will go assist. However, the class doesn’t start until 10:30 and he’s already up in the room. At least we assume that’s where he is – no one has seen him yet. And he’s scheduled to cover the other office this morning and totally didn’t setup with anyone else to cover that.
I’d really like to just sucker punch him in the junk.
Josh is also back on my nerves, surprise surprise. He told me last night that he’s done with his one class but is behind in the other, so he thinks maybe he’ll go in on Saturday to work some more. Now that he’s done with the one, that would free up 2 additional nights next week that I’m already used to him being gone. Nope, he’d rather go in for the entire morning on Saturday. Right before we’re supposed to go to his sister’s wedding. And then get the brat for the rest of the weekend.
He also told me I need to get his homework typed up tonight so that he can turn it in on Saturday. I haven’t done it yet because I didn’t know he was done with his part. Plus, I haven’t had the energy to do anything after work except cook dinner and clean up a little from that. I thought I’d do a load of laundry last night and just couldn’t find it in myself to carry through. But tonight as soon as I get home from work I’ll start typing. He can cook his own fucking dinner.
I just don’t understand men and I guess I never have. They seem almost entirely incapable of taking care of themselves once they’ve had a woman clean up after them a few times. I realize that when you love someone you do things to make their life easier, but for fuck sake, this is ridiculous. Josh told me last night that the brakes on the Honda probably need to be looked at but that I’d have to call the mechanic because I know the guy and he doesn’t. Seriously? I NEVER drive that car anymore, how am I supposed to tell the mechanic what’s going on???
But we’re gonna have a GREAT weekend. The school time will be fine, the wedding will be fine, the time with the brat will be fine, and there’ll be plenty of time for us to be together having sex. RIGHT. Tell me another of your fabulous lies Josh, I live for them.
