Oy, what next…
Josh got his phone wet a few days ago. He had it in the front pouch of his hoodie while he was doing dishes. It got fairly well soaked. This used to happen with his old phone pretty regularly while he was at work. For a long time I kept a sandwich baggie full of rice in the kitchen for him to dry his phone out in. When this phone got wet I told him to do the same thing. He didn’t until the next day and then only left it in there for a few hours. This morning the phone won’t turn on at all. This means I didn’t get a message letting me know he’d made it to work and I most likely won’t get any messages at all today. He might, MIGHT, try to call from the phone in the break room at lunch. Maybe.
I was still awake when he got home last night. He barely talked to me. This morning he again barely talked to me – just told me about the phone and then left. Ok, fine. I see how this is going to play out.
We had managed to get everything pretty well sorted by the time I made it home yesterday. Things were actually looking up until I got a call from the bank telling me my debit card number had been compromised and someone was trying to drain my bank account. Today after work I have to go open a fraud case at the bank. How delightful. Fortunately the bank caught it right away and the thieves only got one charge to go through and I won’t even be held liable for that. This is just a colossal pain in the ass.
I’ve got work to do today, lots and lots of work. I need to do some substantial revamping of our team’s website and I need to get back to work verifying documentation. It’s really enough to keep me busy for the next several days, but it’ll stretch into next week because I’m teaching tomorrow and Friday mornings. I’m not sure what idiot thought teaching two days in a row was a good idea, but I suspect it was probably me. I was probably in one of my “I can do ALL the things at the SAME TIME!” moods when I scheduled this.
It’s just really not looking like I’m allowed to have a good week. And that sucks.
I’m not too concerned about Josh’s phone, primarily because we just don’t have the money to get him a new one. He’ll have to go back to using one of the old phones, which I know he’ll hate. Too fucking bad – he needs to learn to take better care of his toys. It’s just going to try my patience today to not be able to talk to him at all. And he knows this. Stupid fucking asshole.
The mood isn’t too terrible. I’m a little tired from not getting quite enough sleep, I’m a lot frustrated with Josh, and I’m trying to figure out how best to tackle all of this work.
Welcome to Wednesday.