centipede attack and other thoughts

As I type this SFB is ensconced in the conference room with my boss. Hopefully being reamed the fuck out. Stupid cunt deserves it. So besides being “sick” all the time she’s been mouthing off too. She tried to tell my boss that she was taking today, Thursday and Friday off. Apparently she didn’t ask for it in enough time. So sad!

I actually hope that they fire her. Or at least cut her hours. With me possibly leaving next week it would leave them with a shit storm to clean up. They would be screwed. Do it!

I’m having a leisurely day today. So far I’ve surfed the web, ate lunch and hid in the bathroom. I really am not in the mood to work today. I have so much shit to do tomorrow that I’m just trying to take it easy for the rest of my shift. Twelve hours is enough to drive a person out of their minds here. This is day two of the twelve hour shifts. I’m also going to have to pull a twelve on Friday too. Dreading it.

Tomorrow I have to get up early and go to US Bank to see about school loans. I can’t figure the online shit out and it would be nice to do a face to face with someone. Then I have to go and visit my Grandpa in the hospital. He’s having knee surgery and he’ll be in there for 3-5 days they say. I’m actually waiting right now to hear how it went. I would have loved to be there today but these people wont allow it. Bastards! And after all of that I have to go my orientation for school. Then back to work for four hours. I probably will die of exhaustion at some point but what can I do. Ugh.

I don’t have any plans for this weekend. I’m just hoping to make it through this week. Hopefully my weekend will include Satan and booze at our spot. Then the rest I couldn’t care less about. I want to sit on my ass as much as possible. I really want to go see Hellboy 2, but the only one who’ll agree to see it is Bryan and I’m not going there.

One of the toxic trio called me today, he remembered that I mentioned that my Grandpa was having surgery and wanted to see how I was doing. I really don’t even remember telling him so I’m confused. I think I mentioned it in an email like two months ago. Maybe he was just lucky on the date. It could just be a coincidence or he called and talked to my parents again. I hope it’s the first one. He really needs to get the fuck out of my life.

Josh called me today too, him I don’t mind. I actually called him the other night when I was having a panic attack about a bug. I’m going to tell that story here next. He got the voicemail I left him. Apparently I was crying and hysterical in it. I’m going to deny that. But my point of the bug trying to kill me was received.

He is having phone issues (who isn’t by the way? Satan better get her new phone tomorrow!) and didn’t get my message until this morning. Rude. He laughed all the way through the first voicemail he left and then got indignant in the second one because it cut him off. He thinks I need to see a therapist about my bug phobia. I think I need to see an exterminator!

These are actual texts I sent – I really don’t think my normal interpretation is necessary.

Sunday 2:46 a.m. There was a huge centipede in my room! It better be gone when I get back. Oh god. Eww eww eww eww eww eww! Make it stop. Gag!

I left and went to hang out with Bryan. (Read had sex on Jase’s bed three times.) When I got back it was gone and I happily passed out.

All was quiet until…

Sunday 10:15 p.m. OMG OMG OMG THAT FUCKING CENTIPEDE IS STALKING ME! MOTHERFUCKER IS BACK! I’M FREAKING OUT.

Sunday 10:17 p.m. OH GOD IT’S ALIVE I DIDN’T KILL IT! IT FELL IN MY BED AND I CAN’T FIND IT. OH GOD!

Sunday 10:20 p.m. I’LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!

Sunday 10:33 p.m. I bet it sleeps in my hair. It’s warm there. Actual tears. OMG. I’m sleeping in the car.

Sunday 11:06 p.m. It’s going to crawl into my mouth when I’m sleeping! I just know it. Oh god. I can’t sleep!

Some say that I’m dramatic and have irrational fears. I say FUCK YOU! Do you want to know how I found out it was back? I heard that thing scuttling on the wall. I heard it before I saw it. I’m so thoroughly disgusted right now. Heebie-jeebies. Gag!

The centipede remains at large.

Let’s move on to happier thoughts, shall we? I just called my Dad and he said my Grandpa is awake already and asking for food and generally just being unruly like normal. I’m relieved. I know that it was just knee surgery but when you’re older putting you under for surgery can be dangerous. I’m going into the medical profession, I know these things. So there was always that fear that he wouldn’t wake up. Sniff. I love my Grandpa, he swears like a sailor when angry and that’s where I got my anger. I don’t want him to die.

Jesus, I thought I was going on to happier things, Debbie Downer much!

Ok, well I don’t really know what else to chat about. I’ve emptied the black soul I have today. I just want to smoke and harm small children.

(P.S. Why do I feel like when I type these things it’ll come back to haunt me? Must never give into the urge!)