This morning I looked outside and it didn’t seem that bad. But I knew the news was calling for anywhere from 10 to 14 inches of snow. So I called this weather hotline that our work has to tell us whether or not the office will be open. Of course the automated bitch on the other end of the line informs me that the office will indeed be open.

It took us an hour to get to work, but we made it in one piece and still on time. Yay!

Then around 12:30pm the business manager sends out an e-mail stating that the office will be closing at 2pm due to the snow. They should have just let us stay home. Seriously.

So we head back home. Shortly after getting in the door I go back out to the store to pick up a few things. Once home I munch a little bit and take a nap.

The phone rings and it’s my mother. Master woke me up and handed me the still ringing phone, which I wasn’t happy about. Mainly because I didn’t feel like talking and I knew it was about my brother.

I love my brother. But he’s a moron sometimes. So anyway my mom tells me about the ever changing situation regarding my brother and his now ex. My brother is listening to this 22 year old ex of his, who thinks she knows how the world works. Now. Most 22 year olds think they know everything. I get that, but hello.. that doesn’t mean you have to believe them.

Blah!

So I answered my mother’s questions and got her off the phone. So now I’m cranky, and trying to calm down. Fun for me. Fun for Master too, I’m sure.

(For those of you who are wondering, this is Friday 02/05/10’s post. I’m creating it slightly after midnight though, so it may read 02/06/10.)

I had called in sick on Monday, and had gone over my personal time by a little over 4 hours. As a result I had to make that time up. I hate going to work on the weekends, so I have been chipped away at it since Tuesday. Tuesday I got an extra half hour in. Wednesday and yesterday I got 45 minutes extra each day. That left me with a little over 2 hours to finish up.

So instead of taking part in my usual carpool, I took our car this morning. I got up at 5am and got to work around 6am. Thanks to that I was still able to leave my job around 12:20pm which was awesome! It sucked getting up that early, but that was better than staying until about 2:30pm on my half day, ya know?

Also I needed to get my driver’s license renewed, and going to the DMV on a Saturday is not my idea of a good time. So immediatley after work I hit the DMV. Thankfully it wasn’t that busy. But it still took about a half hour to get through it because the printer they use to make the license broke down right before it was my turn and it took them a while to get the back up printer up and running.

Thankfully the picture on it isn’t that bad. And now I don’t have to worry about it for another 8 years.

After that I hit the gas station to get cigarettes, and finally went home. Master and I relaxed a little while before I started getting really hungry. At that point we went out for an early dinner.

We had a blast! We joked around and just couldn’t stop laughing. I was slap happy from lack of sleep obviously, and I think Master just found it amusing. *giggles*

Shortly after we got back home I took a nap on my slave mat. He let me sleep for a couple of hours, which was nice.

Although this weekend is not turning out as I had expected. Not that I’m really complaining mind you.

Bro was supposed to come up this weekend. I was going to go pick him up tomorrow and have him stay for most of the day and drive him back home. Well last night he called me and said he had to cancel because he had to watch his kids. Okay not a problem.

I was still planning on visiting my mother though. But she wanted to reschedule to next weekend. Again fine by me. But then my brother told me he might still be able to come up because his ex might have found a babysitter so he wouldn’t have his boys. However, he wouldn’t know for sure until about an hour before hand.

So I just told him that I would rather just reschedule. It would piss me off if I drove down there to pick him up because he said there was a babysitter and then be on my way back home with him or already at the apartment and have his ex call saying the babysitter wanted to leave or some shit, or that she had to work late and the babysitter couldn’t stay.

It’s not that I don’t understand. It’s just that it would piss me off because of all the gas (all of my family lives about 45 minutes away) and the fact of not knowing what the hell was going on.

He said he understood, so we’ll just play it by ear from there.

My dad is probably still coming up sometime on Sunday though. I hope it’s not too late because I like to relax at home with just Master on Sunday evenings, since I have to work the next day.

Last night I tried to go to bed around my usual time. Actually it was about an hour and a half later than that. But I couldn’t fall asleep. For the past two days my stomach has been giving me problems, and it’s uncomfortable.

So after a while I knew I wasn’t going to fall asleep so I went back out into the living room with Master. He asked me what was wrong, and I told Him. He said that maybe I should stay home from work, since I haven’t been feeling well for the past two days, and I’m in a constant state of discomfort.

So I weighed the pros and cons of it. And I decided that He was right. If I went to work I probably just would have ended up feeling worse and would have had the rest of the week to get through.

So I called in. The extra sleep helped. My stomach is getting gradually better however. And I will be going to work tomorrow.

The only problem is that I didn’t have enough personal time to cover having a whole day out of the office. So I have to talk to my supervisor tomorrow about how things proceed from there. The employee handbook says you have to make that time up. But MZ from my department says that our supervisor doesn’t always have us do that. So who knows.

I may have to stay on my half day. But oh well. Things happen.

I’m still not feeling 100%, but not much to be done about it. My body will eventually regulate itself.

I don’t even know what the title of this post means. It just seemed fitting I guess.

Last night Master played Mass Effect 2 again. He offered a couple times to watch a DVD with me, but I knew He really wanted to keep playing the game. I know He has waited on that game since He finished the first one, plus He had been without His Xbox 360 for a while. And that would be like me being without a computer for that long. I’d be obsessed with getting reacquainted with it.

So I said no, that it was fine. I would just stay on the computer. And really, it was fine. We took care of the animals a bit early. We usually take the dog out and take care of the rabbits around 11pm. I suggested that we do it at 10:30pm so that it was done with and we could relax afterward. So we did that, came back out into the living room and Master resumed His game and I went back online.

Around 11:30pm I convinced myself that I should probably get my tail to bed so I wasn’t overly tired in the morning. I normally go to bed around 11pm so, yeah. Bed time.

So I stood up and looked at Master and said, “I’m tired Sir. I’m gonna go to bed.” He nodded and said that was fine. I asked if He was going to bed with me, and He said no because He was close to beating the game.

That irritated me a bit. He had stayed up late the night before, and I had gone to bed alone because He wanted to play the game. And again? *sigh* But I told myself that part of it is the excitement over the new game, and part of it may be insomnia. Which it very well may be. I didn’t bother to ask.

I started to shuffle down the hall to the bedroom and He stopped me and asked for a hug.

I hate sleeping by myself. It is hard for me to fall asleep when He’s not in bed with me. Plus I look forward to cuddling up in bed together each night. I could have slept out here in the living room, but Mass Effect 2 has a lot of talking, and Master needs to hear it because it tells Him what to do next and all that. So I knew I wasn’t going to sleep through all that plus gunfire. At least not easily.

As it was, after I climbed into bed and tried to get warm, I could still hear the game loud and clear. I thought about shutting the bedroom door, but when I do that our dog whines and whimpers because that door is almost never shut and he’s used to being able to go wherever he wants in the apartment. So I figured hearing the game was better than hearing the dog and then hearing Master bitch at the dog.

So I covered my head with a blanket and concentrated on sleeping. Eventually I drifted off.

I got up this morning and somehow I knew today was going to suck. And I was right. Of course.

Work was a pain in the ass. My coworker told me she might leave early today, or just take tomorrow off. Which would have meant that I would have to do her job plus mine, and I can’t really do both at the same time. So I cranked the work that was necessary as fast as I could in preparation for her leaving so I wouldn’t be so backlogged.

I finally asked her if she was in fact leaving, after I had gotten a shitload of work done, and she said no. *sigh* So I did the other stuff I had set aside earlier in the day. But it didn’t help that they had someone in the building applying stain to pieces of furniture in certain offices. And of course one of the offices was the one I sit right fucking next too. So that gave me one hell of a headache for most of the day.

I got out of work and came home. We need to go grocery shopping, so shortly after I walked in Master asked what I wanted to do for dinner. I didn’t really care cause I wasn’t that hungry. So I said MacDonald’s. So He said, “Okay.” and then asked me who was running.

He was sitting there in His recliner with clothes on but no shoes or anything. So I sighed and said I would go. Normally when He asks who is doing the run to get whatever, that means He doesn’t want to do it.

So I hopped in the car and blasted music. I was already in a bad mood, and for some reason loud music does one of two things. It either ramps me up more, or it acts as a release so I can calm down.

Thankfully this time it allowed me to calm down. Although I think the nice hot bath I took immediately after dinner, and the Mike’s Hard Lemonade I drank helped a bit too.

So I’m calm and just kind of here at the moment. But I can’t wait for this week to be over.

Last night I went to bed by myself. I hadn’t been feeling 100% all day and Master wanted to stay up late to play His new video game. So I wandered off to bed around 11pm. Master says He came to bed around 2am.

This morning was freezing! I didn’t want to take my robe off. It was a chore changing into clothes. To bad casual attire at work doesn’t include extra comfy and warm robes. *laughs*

Work was busy, as was expected. But I got all of my work done. Although it kept piling up on my desk, so tomorrow will be busy as well.

When I got home from work Master was bundled up in His jeans and a sweatshirt. You know it’s cold when He’s bundled up. The man who is a walking furnace in a sweatshirt? Yeah, it’s fucking cold.

As a result He is allowing me to wear clothes and a robe around the apartment. Normally I am nude when I’m at home, but He doesn’t want me catching a cold or anything.

Yes, we do have heat in our apartment, but this place is so damn drafty thanks to the two sliding glass doors (one on each end of the apartment) that it doesn’t feel warm in here at all. It happens every winter, and we’ve gotten used to it.

Master is playing His video game. He seems really into it. We received a DVD in the mail from Netflix and He offered to watch it with me, but I know He really wants to keep cranking away at Mass Effect 2, so I am finding ways to entertain myself on the computer.

One of those ways was starting our taxes. Yeah. I shouldn’t have done that. We are missing one W-2, from His last job. After that I can go ahead and file. Although unless that other W-2 really swings us the other way, we’re going to end up owing this year.

Honestly it’ll be the first time in the history of ever that I will owe when filing taxes. It seems that job He quit due to health concerns wasn’t taking enough money out in Federal. Once I entered that W-2, the nice fat refund I had calculated went bye-bye and the amount shown was a nice scary shade of red. But I won’t know for sure until I get that last W-2. I usually like to wait until about the second week of February to file anyway, just in case there is another form I have to add to it that I had forgotten about.

I had two jobs, Master had two jobs, plus some other bullshit.

Hopefully in 2010, when I file taxes, I’ll just have one W-2. I’m coming up on a year at my current job. It’ll be a year in March. I really like my job and really the only thing that will probably make me leave that job is due to not having a way out there. It’s further away from home than any other job I’ve had. But to me it’s worth it since I actually don’t mind the job, and I think I’m pretty damn good at it.