I've been around and I've seen some things, People moving faster than the speed of sound
Faster than the speeding bullet, People living like Superman
All day and all night, And I won't say if it's wrong or I won't say if it's right
I'm pretty fast myself...
Jesus H. Mental Breakdown, I'm trying to keep it together these days. I have been sooooo busy I want to scream. I told S yesterday I want to cut back on my hours at Job #2. And I know there's plenty of working poor in this country that work all day long at one job from 8-3 then at another one from 4-close but dammit... I thought I got a education so I wouldn't have to live my life like that.
Last night was ok. Since I worked on Saturday I get to take some comp time so I left work early at 4, ran one errand for Job #2 (and I'm counting that as 1 hour's work for them!), got home at a decent hour and lay out by the pool and read Texas Monthly. It was blissful. Then I went inside and had a glass of Reisling. I need more. Of. Those. Kinds. Of. Evenings!
S got the windows tinted on the Bluesmobile yesterday and today he is going to attempt to have Charlie Murphy towed b/c it did not happen on Sunday. I TOLD S several times during the week to call our mechanic and let him know we would be towing it, but did S do that? Hell no!!! He said our mechanic didn't need to know that. So naturally I was the only one not surprised when we showed up on Sunday to tow the car and it was nowhere in sight! And this is b/c, um, our mechanic locked the car up in his garage just like I thought he might do!!!!!!!!!!!
Just once before I die I'd like to see the man that would listen to his wife's sensible advice. I have yet to see this anywhere, or I have yet to see this unless it followed a big, nasty fight! But I'm sure S is typical of most men who think that if they follow their wife's sensible and well-thought out advice then they are nothing more than castrated pussy men.
More madness today. Leaving Job #1 at noon, rushing by Job #2 for a quick minute, then to Job #4 at one library at 2 and another one at 4. Then an evening board meeting of the High-spanic Health Coalition at 6. At least I'm earning some big bucks with Job #4. Too bad I don't get to have any fun with it! Well, a bottle of Riesling here and there...
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Man listening to wife's sensible advice? Fuggedaboutit. I'm currently married one with selective hearing. So not only does he not LISTEN to the sensible advice, he doesn't even HEAR it. Last week I taped a WRITTEN NOTE with a big fat Hint-Hint to the bottom corner of his computer monitor so every time he looks at the screen at least he has to SEE said advice. Think it's helped? Um, no. But it's still hanging there on the monitor....
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